[ Jefferson looks back at Kenzi and snorts out a laugh. ] I can safely say, with total certainty, that I've never been asked that.

[ Hey, look at that: one absolute truth to actually break through all the confusion usually swirling in his head.

As Kenzi starts to tell a story, Jefferson tilts his head, his interest piqued. But before it can go anywhere, she cuts herself off, resulting in a little frown from him. ]

Oh?

[ Ah. Wait. The rules. Jefferson fidgets a little, then turns and eyes the kettle for a moment, just to mask his discomfort. She didn't have to say anything, after all, to remind him that they're always being monitored.

Clearing his throat with some awkwardness, Jefferson pulls a pair of scissors from one of the drawers and hands hands them over to Kenzi. ]

Could you open that for me? [ The package he dropped on the table, that is. ] I'll go ahead and start on the cookies.

[ Not that he's... ever made chocolate chip cookies before. Or any cookies. But how hard can it be? ]