"Have you considered maybe you're the one who has to examine his vocabulary?" Jon gripes, though this wasn't so bad given a short while ago he was running from people who wanted to kick his ass. He somehow ended up with weekend plans. What a rollercoaster of a day. "That type of humor is best described as crude, it's immature and ridiculous. And don't say we're kids, we can have standards."

His lips quirk slightly. "I hate to admit you're right, it tastes too much like cardboard otherwise. Fine, it's a deal. If you're on time I might even buy candy as well." As if he's assuming Martin will be late. Rude.