Barry looks up in surprise, meeting the lopsided smile with one of his own. At least it's some sign of friendliness. "Thanks," he says, looking down uncertainly at the food on his plate. "Good to know that it's actually edible."

"This is my first day for a lot of things," Barry says, glancing down at his jumpsuit. "I'm still trying to decide if this is really happening or it's some terrible tasting nightmare." He reaches across the table, offering his hand. "Barry Allen."