[ It sounds boring as hell when he says it like that, and Jesse tenses, ready to get laughed at and already trying to figure out how to walk the whole idea back without looking like a dumbass. But then Daryl agrees, of all things, and he's left looking like a dumbass anyway, just lying there staring while Daryl climbs right over him and starts digging through his bag. ]

Really?

[ Shit, really. His heart starts beating faster too, thumping with unexpected excitement, only for it all to come crashing down a second later. He balks at Daryl's joke, misinterpreting it for a moment before remembering that Daryl hadn't been at dinner at the castle and realizing what he really means. ]

Ha ha. Fuckin' hilarious.

[ But he doesn't really mind the dig, not when Daryl's already pulling on a fresh shirt, clearly willing to go along with him. Jesse scrambles out of bed and starts rummaging around for clean clothes of his own, shooting sidelong glances at Daryl the whole time. It's not a big deal, just wandering around the tiny village and finding something to eat. So why's he suddenly nervous? He finds himself rambling, like he's trying to win Daryl over even though he'd already said yes. ]

There's this cafe, they got the most amazing fuckin' pastries. The fuckin' bomb, you, you've never had anything like 'em.