The brat known as Trash then sat there in a state of utter daze as Jake groomed himself with a pair of scissors he had forged in his spare time, cutting his hair in a new style that was more to his liking, then shaving as best as he could with one of his claws. He then donned new clothes at his size, taking the opportunity to wear the New Earth armor that hadn't been fitting him for ages.
Once satisfied with the result, Jake gave his most charming smile to the mirror, and jokingly said to the teenager,
"Still scary, huh?
Refusing to tread on this minefield, the youngster swallowed with difficulty and begged in a shy whisper,
"...chocolate."
"What?"
"Can I have chocolate again?" He gathered his courage and asked in a more confident voice.
"Oh, knock yourself out." Jake smiled as he tossed him the rest of the package.