"No, because we're not insane people who go to tourist traps," Jack sighed, shaking his head. "Space. Every time you're here, I'm afraid you're going to drag me to Times Square. Or worse - make me see the Mets."

He'd always been very good at keeping a straight sarcastic face, except that habit had been failing him every now and again lately. Like right now, when he was clearly trying to swallow back a grin.