''Are you seriously going to eat that?'' Jack rolled his eyes and paused with his mouth half way towards his hot dog from the stand. It'd been a long day and he'd been looking forward since Danny had insisted that they worked without stopping for lunch.
''Yeh Henley, I was why?'' Jack replied with a sigh his shoulders sagging as he sensed Henley starting to put her foot down.
''It's not good for your health, that's the 4th you've had this week, its only Wednesday and I honestly don't think I can bear to watch mustard go down your chin again.''
''There's nothing wrong with what I eat and since when did you start counting?'' Jack countered. Jack sent Merritt a pleading look, he could feel his food going cold and his stomach was starting to complain. ''Come on Merritt there's nothing wrong with this is there…?''
Merritt cocked his eyebrow in response as he lowered his book ''I ate better in prison kiddo, listen to the lady'' shooting Henley a cheeky wink as he finished. Jack shoulders sagged even lower and he turned in desperation to Danny.
''Well I'd rather not have to put up with the smell, and Henleys right. You have no idea what's in them and they have no nutritional value. So yes Jack, there is a lot wrong with them.'' Jack sighed realising that Danny was never going to help him. He was a control freak about everything and now it looked like Jacks diet was now included in that.
Henley looked pointedly towards the bin and Jack looked down at his hot dog mopily.
''Please Hen…'' He tried for the Hail Mary and looked up at her with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster ''I'm just reeeeeal hungry and tired''
''Well butter wouldn't melt'' Merritt chuckled from his seat across the room, as much as Jack pretended to hate being babied he really didn't help himself.
''That's not going to work on me today Jack. Bin it. And come and help me in the kitchen, I'm going to teach you how to cook'' Henley crossed her arms her tone getting firmer.
Jack took one last glance at his now cold hot dog before slowly getting up and putting it in the bin. Henley smiled sweetly and ruffled his hair playfully ''Come on squirt, we can make pizza from scratch. I'll show you how to make the dough''
''Only if you agree to never ever call me squirt again'' He replied batting her hand away in mock annoyance.
''it's a deal… peanut.'' Henley called over her shoulder as she skipped across to the kitchen. Jack smiled to himself as he followed her. Because as much as they all nagged and molly coddled him, they were his family.