Cinnamon is appreciated, but he has already accidentally gouged (a) berry flavored non-dairy glaze with the side of his thumb, so a little under half of the chocolate-with-pink donut is broken off, and shoved in one motion into his mouth.

Om.

Bruce sits back to manage that, hand hovering near his face to obscure the lack of grace in having done so. A brilliant deviation from eating leftover pizza all the times Barry has continued to poke his head in, all sharp-sweet and nothing with sauce, but he's immediately sick of the sugar. It's fine. Not that disgusting, for being vegan. Chews thoroughly, definitely not just buying himself some time to perversely revel in the awareness that Clark is bordering on impatient for this thing he's making.

They've been very well-behaved so far. Mostly. He isn't sure if he's glad they never properly fooled around in the chamber, but he is sure they're going to end up strung-out in a very particular by the time the lamp works.

"Shouldn't take as long as the first part. I'll have a better estimate after I knock the first model together."