"John--" It's not snapped. It's not a warning. It's not even a plead.

But the plate that has his sandwich on it is almost dropped on the table next to him, instead of set carefully.

"--'fraid I forgot to put the mayo on it," she finishes, and sounds real apologetic, cause John does like his mayonaise on his sandwich. There's no move to take it back, though, as she turns back to the counter and cuts the sandwiches that are left, setting Jack's plate gently on the table, as she asks again, looking up at her son, "Got some folk in mind?"