Isaac noticed this, and smiled to himself as he thought about how good it was that Jules was starting to relax around them. He was crushing on her, hard, and was not gonna waste a single second of this summer. Jack sighed resignedly and was about to head to the kitchen to get their own snacks and drinks when Mrs. Woodrow came bustling through the door, with a large tray full of snack-size bags of chips, an ice bucket with a two-liter of Pepsi, and a stack of red Solo cups. "Sorry about that, Jack. I dropped my phone in the sink again, can you believe it?" The seventeen-year-old groaned good-naturedly. "Geez, Mom, at this rate you're gonna use more rice drying out your phone than to cook with!" Mrs. Woodrow chuckled and ruffled her son's hair, which he found profoundly embarrassing, and as if intentionally rubbing it in, she planted a wet kiss on his forehead. "You three have fun, now!", she said, and departed.