Holding his hands up in peaceful surrender, Jay strolls out to meet Rook, asking drily, "What, no hug for your precious baby brother after he spent the past few months making sure you weren't dead in a pauper's grave somewhere?"

He doesn't stop for that hug, either, and just keeps walking, silently demanding Rook follow. "No hotdog. There's a place at the next block with some decent Cubanos."