Jack nods. "I know. And the tower compounded things, I think. I am not angry, John." He had been, a little bit, but he's moved past that now. "We will plan for it next time, for what it might do to you and Serph. Hopefully the pattern holds true and we will not have another until the month after next."

He turns back and offers him a bowl and a spoon, and a smile. "Here, try this. Tell me what you think."