Cougar digs the spoon into the potatoes again, a heaping portion what he holds out next, which is probably too much for anyone, but he's watched Jake eat things before. He knows exactly how big that mouth is, exactly the shape of it, and exactly what it can do.

It's definitely given him an idea or two, he'll put it that way. "Not your worst," is what Cougar says instead with a smirk, seeing as it had definitely been far from it.