Jake just blearily looks at his father, wondering what the man is talking about. He manages not to drink the juice straight from the carton - his sisters are constantly yelling at him about that - and actually uses a glass.

One glass of orange juice down and he's a bit more awake. He sips at his second glass. Juice is his coffee, but he likes the smell of it when his dad drinks it. "Get started?" Jake asks, curious. He doesn't remember what they're doing.