"Oops." She fumbles the hot dog between her hands and uses the side of one finger to catch the drip of ketchup before it can fall onto her clothes. Clumsy, clumsy. Jane chuckles at herself and shakes her head, humming out a few soft notes of a song while she settles the hot dog bun more securely in her hands and checks the end of it to make sure nothing is going to escape.

"We can't all have a mouth big enough to fit the entire circumference of a hot dog," Jane says then, gently bumping her elbow against Luther's arm.

"Watch your privilege."