Chicken-y deep fried hot dogs. [He's waving a finger in warning, Jaime. You better not be forgetting this.

But he does grin and skip back a few steps as Blue closes the map, reaching up and wiggling his goggles a little further into place.]

Dude, I was ready ages ago. Ready before I even left I'm not someone to worry about in a cross country trek Mr. Flies Like Molasses.