“You could’ve made that a little happier, Jack,” Farrow teases. “Yeah.” Akara smiles. “Way to go, Jack.” “What were you thinkin’, Jack,” Donnelly pipes in. “Dammit, Jack,” Quinn sighs. “Yeah, fuck you, Highland,” Oscar cuts in playfully. Jack is smiling a hundred-watt smile. “I’ll take those as compliments, and honestly, this is one of the best seasons we’ve ever produced. And the longest. The studio gave us twice as many episodes.”
