He watches the other's reaction with keen interest, though there's no part of him that seems anxious about Roadhog's judgment. Junkrat is not the connoisseur of ice cream that Roadhog is -- usually much too sweet for him to really enjoy it unless he was already in the mood for it -- but he's confident in his knowledge of the other's preferences.

Finished with his desert, Roadhog stands to his full height and Junkrat exchanges the grin with his own, sharp and cocky, tilting his head back and exposing the long, slender lines of his neck and the single sharp angle that his Adam's apple breaks them with.

"'Course I was. I know what me piggy likes."

When the other makes his leave to shove himself into the camper, Junkrat tidies up what he can from the leftovers from cooking, soon to join his companion inside to pack what's left back into the fridge.

"Stars're out," he suggests, if Roadhog is at all interested in seeing Junkrat's idea of an ideal night sky. Whether or not he'll take the offer is a moot point, because Jamie is already on his way back out to climb up the ladder on the back of the humvee and stretch out on the hammock strung across opposite sides of the turret rails.