[ Gerry watches Qrow cut into his pancake, not meeting Gerry’s eyes and shaking a little, as if he’s nervous. For Gerry, there’s a sense in which Qrow’s posture and his words don’t match up. Most of the people Gerry knows who cause misfortune do it intentionally. Qrow’s body language suggests that he would prefer to do anything but. That, for Gerry, speaks volumes.

Gerry, frankly, doesn’t think a person’s magic powers have much bearing on what kind of a person they are. He’s living proof of that, and so is Jon. So he’s tempted to wave off Qrow’s admission with a joke and an easygoing smile, but it seems like this is something that really upsets Qrow. Gerry doesn’t want to trivialize it. ]

Huh. Well, thanks for telling me. But it’s all good, really. I mean, no offense, but I’ve met people with way more messed-up powers than what, bad luck? [ In a lighter tone, half-joking: ] You should see the avatars who serve the eldritch manifestation of throwing people off of buildings for fun.

[ Gerry slides his syrup-free plate of pancakes over towards Qrow. ]

Besides, it seems to me that you don’t bring just misfortune. After all, you saved my life. You want fresher pancakes? This is your thanks-for-keeping-me-from-dying-again meal.