Bathing regularly. It's not a habit he's entirely used to yet, even with a 'shower' readily available.

There's a brief moment -- as Swann chatters about 'Sponsors' and gifts and the Arena and everything that Jack doesn't want to think about -- where the corner of the pirate's mouth twitches in agitation, a muscle in his jaw jumps. But it's quickly smoothed away by a pleasant, familiar grin.

"That'd be a delight, luv, were I to know what 'cereal' even was."

He doesn't bother correcting her about the pirate bit; in most cases, Jack would be more than wary for anyone to outright call him a criminal like that. But with the Arena -- a literal death sentence -- hanging over his head, it didn't seem as important.