[John Blake really does have a bad habit of seeing through people. Or not seeing them at all. For him, it's hard to find a middle ground, hard to know what he should take and what he should ignore. In any case, he likes Annie, likes her values, likes that she's a cool chick and that she hasn't run for the hills because John's impossible to deal with.

(It also helps that she's really cute. John often thinks that if he were to pick anyone to have his babies, it'd probably be Annie, for no other reason, than he believes their children would be gorgeous. Call it self-centered, but hey, John never claimed to be perfect.)

When he returns, it's almost exactly in the time promised. The plate of latkes ends up in front of Edison, presented piping hot and served with a side of sour cream dotted with chives.]

Ta-da. [He grins a little, mostly pleased with himself.] Got a coupon-back guarantee, too. Don't like 'em, we'll pretend it never happened. [A pause.] Well, sorta. Think you'll always 'member the taste if they're that bad.

[He's not an eager puppy over food, noooooooo.]