( For fleeting second, Jack's not sure if the guilt he feels is residual stuff from that night in their room, or if it's from getting caught on the cusp of feeding a dog pure sugar. It's really weird how that spike of it could totally apply to either thing, and how impossible it is to differentiate.

Quick, time to cover his tracks: )

I totally wasn't about to give her a slushee, I've never seen that dog before in my life, what are nachos, I don't even work here.

( Nailed it. )