[ bradbury pauses even longer after that, then snorts, tipping his head. ]

No laugh track, either. Guess we aren't stuck in a sitcom.

[ but he doesn't really know what else to say, either. eating, at least, is something he can do, and at length he eyes jenny quantum over his stack of pancakes and bacon, like he's deciding what to say next. ]

Are you actually gonna eat breakfast, or keep stealin' from my plate the whole time?