"Milk," Greg added through a yawn. The food finally lured him into sitting up, pushing paper plates towards the various spots, and then carefully beginning the experiment of how much he could stack on top of a waffle.

"You really saved us back there, man. It was pretty darn cool." Wash was clearly feeling like hell, so there was no harm in trying to pump him up a little. "What was that, wind stuff? Haven't seen that one before."