[ barry throws his head back, making a noise of disgruntlement. does he have to talk to other people? really? that's the last thing he wants to do! the other reporters don't ask the questions iris does. now that they're out of central city, can't he start playing favourites? ]

[ his sulking comes to an end when he feels her fingers more strongly in his own. he glances down, but the mention of food immediately draws his head back up. it's a distraction, both good and bad — he doesn't have the time to enjoy it, nor does he have the time to get all flustered and barry over it. ]

[ he tries to hide his smile, failing spectacularly. ] You know how much I love Thai. [ then he quickly glances around the shop. ] Can you leave? I mean ... Who's going to look after all the flowers? They're hungry, too, Iris.