"Denny." He shoots a brief glance at Tim as he sets the plate warily on the counter. He keeps a hand on it, keeps it in his line of sight. "'S this like the thing...?" He gestures vaguely with the camera, hoping Tim will catch on. "Where they find an old sign and there's, there's a letter missing, but nobody knows any better, so they just call the place, like...well, Denny?"

Tim knows better. Though, from the patchy memories Jay can scrape together of their time on the road, chances are Tim hasn't seen any of the movies he's talking about.

Maybe for the best, as far as that crap Planet of the Apes remake is concerned.

And that's more rambling from him than Tim probably wanted to hear, so Jay picks whatever looks safest--beef jerky, he thinks--and shoves it in his mouth.

Oh god.

Oh god, he hasn't eaten in a while, has he?

It's all he can do to force himself to chew, to take his time, to not swallow the piece of jerky whole and take another handful off the plate. Three pieces of jerky and two hard-boiled eggs in, he realizes he's failed.