Wally paused, finishing up the sausage in a couple of bites before... Wait, sausage? He didn't remember getting any of those for his plate (there hadn't been room)...
"Oh, sorry," he said to Zack, figuring out what he must have done. "You weren't going to eat that, were you?" He should probably try and keep a lid on the appetite more, but it was mostly instinctive. And besides, there were perfectly normal reasons that someone might eat a lot more than what other people might call 'normal', it didn't have to be based around the idea of superpowers or anything. Not to mention no one here seemed to know about the Justice League, so it wasn't like they would know about the Flash's hyperactive metabolism.
But still, anything more than two servings was probably asking for trouble. Good thing he'd only had one so far.
"Huh?" He'd zoned out a little when Zack had asked him something. "Oh, Clark? Nah, I don't think he'd do anything to cause your friend any trouble. She'll be fine. Better than fine, with him around. My problem was more to do with how... Uh, this whole other dimension thing? I know a Clark Kent where I'm from too, except they're not that alike, so I kinda got in a fight with this Clark, thinking he might be trying to impersonate my friend. I mean, I don't know why he'd even want to, 'cause Clark's just this reporter from Metropolis, nothing big, you know?"
He drained his juice in one quick gulp and flashed a huge smile at Zack. "I'm still a little hungry, and the sausage was pretty good, so I'm gonna see if I can grab a bit more to eat. You want anything?"
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"Oh, sorry," he said to Zack, figuring out what he must have done. "You weren't going to eat that, were you?" He should probably try and keep a lid on the appetite more, but it was mostly instinctive. And besides, there were perfectly normal reasons that someone might eat a lot more than what other people might call 'normal', it didn't have to be based around the idea of superpowers or anything. Not to mention no one here seemed to know about the Justice League, so it wasn't like they would know about the Flash's hyperactive metabolism.
But still, anything more than two servings was probably asking for trouble. Good thing he'd only had one so far.
"Huh?" He'd zoned out a little when Zack had asked him something. "Oh, Clark? Nah, I don't think he'd do anything to cause your friend any trouble. She'll be fine. Better than fine, with him around. My problem was more to do with how... Uh, this whole other dimension thing? I know a Clark Kent where I'm from too, except they're not that alike, so I kinda got in a fight with this Clark, thinking he might be trying to impersonate my friend. I mean, I don't know why he'd even want to, 'cause Clark's just this reporter from Metropolis, nothing big, you know?"
He drained his juice in one quick gulp and flashed a huge smile at Zack. "I'm still a little hungry, and the sausage was pretty good, so I'm gonna see if I can grab a bit more to eat. You want anything?"