Jacob pulled himself out of his thoughts, having been stuck in them while the girls were talking out of the room. He'd heard raised voices, but he hadn't been able to hear anything particularly. Besides, eavesdropping wasn't exactly his style. "Oh," He said to Melinda, looking up and chastising himself for the look he knew was in his eyes. "Spaghetti sounds great, actually. I love it." Almost immediately, he hated his choice of words.<em>Where's a demon attack when you need one?</em><br/><br/>He furrowed his brow at Chloe's comment. "Um, brothers?" Oh, that just sent an entirely too terrible feeling like him, reminding him that what he was thinking of was against the rules. He felt a little blood rush to his face, and he wished entirely for one of his other charges to have an emergency. It didn't come, and he smiled a little. "Well, that sounds, ah, great."