[ He looks at the pop as if it’s a foreign object because ... well, it is. He's starting to get used to this point in time, but some things are still a surprise. Like a regular pop, he hasn’t had one of those in a very long time.

He turns just in time to see the smirk, and his lips quirk slightly. ]

Speak from experience?

[ He smirks more then, taking a sip of his drink. ]

Besides. We both know Wade will just tell whatever the hell he wants to say. I’ve barely said shit and he has already been babbling nonsense to anyone that will listen.