Chicken and waffles. Breakfast of champions. Soon as his stomach was settled enough by the coffee Leonard pulled his plate over and began to pick at it, settling into the comfort the meal offered. "I think you should work on tactics with Casey."

A beat.

"Wouldn'ta thought t'pull it together and use 'em as projectiles like he did. He's got good instincts. Y'all could probably knock out some solid plans. Get some sorta shorthand go'n so we're not scream'n at each other while try'n not to die."