Jack pauses with bean juice on his cheeks, and nods towards his injured arm. Maybe Sinclair missed the part where he was mauled by a lightning bolt. Or maybe he's just not familiar with the healing properties of creme cakes... not much of an education system in Georgia, is there?

Heck, maybe Jack should have suggested a midnight feast to heal up Sinclair's leg, but the guy seemed so dead set on using bandages.