It's the only logical conclusion to come to, he thinks. Stirring the pot a little, watching to see what happens. Bruce blinks a few times, chewing a mouthful of eggs.

"Well," he says, once he's swallowed, in that a-little-too-jovial tone people use when they really don't feel jovial about what they're saying in the least, "that's creepy. You get any boxes, Jess?"