[h2]Luke Schwarz -- Mission Control : Breakfast[/h2]

He looked back to Jack, who'd found yet another new and interesting breed of food to snack on in whatever downtime he could find. How did he always sniff these things out? Even before a mission, on a Friday morning, his leader had still managed to make time to grab a bite of something new to eat.

He looked down to the open bag thrust in his direction, held out to him at chest height. He looked for any indication of a familiar flavor-- none. In fact, he found the opposite: a flavor tag that he didn't recognize.

Well, of course. This was Jack. He wasn't so content to keep his palate on a status quo.

Smirking, he nodded his head, reaching into the bag and grabbing a chip or two.

[b]"Sure, thanks."[/b]