[ Whether he says it or not (and usually he doesn't), Neal appreciates the way Cable stay close and remains protective. It's like a warm blanket. Secure (and maybe a little bit sexy considering all they've been through). ]

That's what I was thinking, too...

[ This is said distractedly while Neal skims the note and then offers it next before picking up the jar in the nearest basket. ]

It says we're supposed to eat this or we'll disappear. Is it even safe?

[ Neal opens the jar and takes a sniff, making a face. He holds it up for Cable to smell and there is a clear fermented scent to whatever's in the jar. ]