Jess soaks in his candor, focused on the task in front of her. There are more skewers than they need but she wouldn't mind grilling up extra kebabs for leftovers, for her to eat cold in the middle of the night. Obviously, she'll think back on right now. It's unavoidable. So far, it makes for a kind memory, but that could change.

"I think I can only tell if I liked doing something once it's over," she muses aloud, putting aside a stuffed stick and picking up a fresh one. She supposes postponing her happiness is a defense mechanism or a form of self-punishment. Pulling double duty, most likely. Jess has no idea where to start undoing that and no hope of succeeding if she did. "But this isn't bad."

Rocky seizes his opportunity when she looks over at Frank, snout peeking over her cutting board. Her soft smirk vanishes as she snaps down, "Hey! No!"