Jade made a face when she processed motion sick, chuckled, and scritched at the base of Jake's hairline.

"I'll put on some ginger tea," she explained lightly. "But you know you'd probably be better off just letting yourself be sick." She could read that Jake's stomach wasn't just from 'motion sickness', if it was at all-- he'd worried himself sick again. He did it a lot, really. She didn't voice it, but her statement rang of scolding him for letting his nerves get the better of him and he pushed his plate of pie toward Dirk, leaning forward onto the table.

"I know, but I ate a lot and it's such a waste of food." Also throwing up as much as he'd eaten would be terrible. He whined some more, and Jade just tutted again.