"Who knew chocolate would make a dick taste better?" Says the tanned, blue-eyed boy beside him. Wyatt's grinning and holding a waffle on a stick. He has yet to take a bite of this anatomically impressive pastry, but he sure is licking the coating from the top of it. Chomping down would feel kind of wrong.

He'll also take the opportunity to size the new guy up, since Bastion's more than a little easy on the eyes. Wyatt leans back against the side of the booth.

"They're pretty good, you'll like 'em."