Fallon knew Jesse to have a large appetite (his constant ask for snacks while in the hospital her main lead there) but the spread before them could easily feed her for a week, possibly even longer than that if she rationed her meals. Growing up the way she had meant she knew what it was not to have enough food to go around. Her engrained fear had gotten better over the years, both from the limitless feasts at school and Malou's steady cooking, but it flared up every now and again. "Did you cook all this?" She asked with raised brows. He said he knew his way around the kitchen, so he possibly could have. It was just ... a lot.

She reached first for a small bunch of grapes and popped one into her mouth. Malou was visiting a friend tonight? As far as Fallon was aware they didn't have many friends whose company they could prevail upon on short notice into the wee hours. In all likelihood Malou was back at work, Fallon assumed, but hadn't wished to make Jesse feel guilty. She was going to have to do more than just say thank you in the morning.

"She always liked you," Fallon chuckled. Even when he was JP and she was S Malou had been a supporter of their friendship. "Not at all surprised she gave us the evening to ourselves." It was Jesse Malou had sided with in the mess of last month, after all. "You could've joined us. We don't usually do much, dinner and cake. But I'll certainly enjoy being alone." Fallon was a giver, she wasn't usually on the receiving end of such extravagant planning.