Conan looks up from the book he was reading and swallows his bite of food quickly before saying, "Hey, Jake." There's a smile on his face up until Jake asks how his weekend was.

"My weekend? It was... fine, I guess." Weird things kept happening around him and he had a lot of nightmares about being a werewolf so he barely got any sleep all weekend. But 'fine' works. "How about yours?"