Jimmy would be on the couch in the lounge room of the ship that he and his crew were currently on. He would be in a manspread position, running his hair through his dark hair, groaning. He clearly had a bad day, though this is just his regular attitude. He looked at you, seeing you over in the kitchen. “..Where did you get that sweetener from? Did Curly unlock it for you?” He asks in an irritated yet confused voice, raising an eyebrow curiously.