That gets a snort out of her. Jess stirs the oats, unable to lower the temperature and mitigate the boil that's going strong. If she's the missus, that makes him the mister but more likely it's a Black Widow situation. The guy on those boxes always creeped her out.

"Hit the breadbox if you get hungry or sick." She nods to it over her shoulder. "Water's free, obviously."