[ At the dog's safe return to the table top, Baby Finn begins to slap the top excitedly. His booster seat here was hardly childsafe, but the seventeen year old could likely remember how much he preferred it to the rickety old high chair his mother used to strap him into. ]

Right, right, ghosts, dog toys, I hear ya buddy. [ Jake answers, distractedly, tossing the contents of the purse out onto the countertop. ] Bus pass, subway pass, taxi punch card. Where the heck was this lady travelling to in such a hurry, and what the grease was she gonna use for cash once she got there?

[ The muttering continues until a final, victorious a ha punctuates his younger older brother's search. ]

Check it, Finny! This is what we call a money clip. [ He turns around, waving the wad of money towards the baby with a grin. ] And in this case, it's got a big ol' ruby in it, which means the clip itself is definitely worth something. That's not always the case, so we got lucky today. Another successful adventure!

[ Clearly, Baby Finn seeing wasn't a huge concern to Jake in this moment. ]