Barry can't help coloring. He thinks he has a nice enough face, but it's not usually what his partners remark on, and it's nice to hear. His mouth is open to explain - which might be awkward, but Barry doesn't mind - when Derek waves the question away.

Likewise, Barry waves away the offer of seedlings. "I have more bronze than I know what to do with, and I need twenty thousand calories a day, so you know I'm not exaggerating my resources."

A rush of wind, a rise in static electricity in the air, and Barry stands before Derek, wearing his leather jacket and extending a plate nearly buckling under the weight of a bread bowl filled with rich stew. "Tip me if you want," Barry grins.