He invites her up for a late lunch and she happily obliges, but as is the case sometimes, Jack Donaghy has much on his mind and his own eating is interrupted by talking out the usual messes with Lemon as his sounding board while gazing pensively out his window at the New York skyline.
After several minutes of rumination without so much as a sarcastic peep from his usually very vocal friend, he turns to see her starting on his untouched meal.
She stutters for a moment on some excuse about Lutz sneezing on the snack table before giving up on the route of explanations and changing the subject, assuring him that she’s still listening to his important bussiness-type problems and asking him to please continue. Jack only shakes his head in resignation before turning back towards the window and ignoring the sounds of content chewing. Good God, Lemon, he thinks, and then continues