Thanks. [Wally beams and accepts the plate gratefully. He hadn't come here with the intention of munching off food but being a speedster means always being hungry so he's not going to say no to food either.

Plus it's pasta and he likes pasta.]

Okay. [He mumbles around a forkful of pasta before swallowing and adding,]

If you want company...? [He can't remember when the last time was he actually went patrolling with someone. It's been too long.]