"Hey, you brought me food and something to drink," Thomas pointed out, nodding at the sandwich and his half finished drink. "It's not my fault I can't inhale it like you can. I don't have a black hole for a stomach."

With that said, Thomas took a few more bites of the sandwich before he got to his feet, leaving everything on the table in front of them. It'd probably be cold when they got back but he didn't want to throw it away. He'd find something to do with it even if it meant eating it cold.

"But yes, we're doing this," he said, nodding solemnly. "I've been waiting to kick your shucking ass all week. I've been practicing. Feels like all I've been doing lately is running."