"So we've got eggs, bacon, and now pancakes here..." Jeff leans his back against the counter, facing Raylan with brows lifted and a faint smile on his face as he holds his hands up to frame some imaginary plate, like picture this. "I'm seeing a Denny's Grand Slam on the horizon!"

He grins a little, taking up the bowl and mixing with some renewed sense of purpose, though the smile dims back into faintness as he thinks about his daughter.

"On the weekends. That's our time to go all out for breakfast. Weekdays are a little more, like, fend for yourself..." He says it fondly, though. And his sadness actually fades a little when Raylan mentions that picture, because Jeff can figure out just which park he's talking about. His eyes light up. "Oh! Dinosaur Land! That place was awesome! What was less awesome was when the girls bought a whoooole fucking bag of these little tiny plastic dinosaurs-- you remember those, right? From when we were kids?" Which, he means 'we' in the 'because we're about the same age' sense, though he realizes belatedly that it could also be interpreted as some kind of shared childhood that they would've had as... twins or something?

Fuck, everything's so confusing with a face twin.

"Anyway, um. Yeah... They bought a whole bag of them at the gift shop and hid a bunch of dinosaurs all over the house. I was finding those fucking things everywhere for like three months... There was a brontosaurus in my birkenstocks."