"Well, I've considered incorporating ethically sourced eggs," says Clark, terminal fan of breakfast, conflict written clear into his expression as he considers the building through the windshield. "They call that 'vegganism'."

A beat, and then—he just gets out of the car.

Tofu is not on the menu for this place, but apparently the question is asked enough that they can throw something together involving potato hash and beans, and force him to admit out loud that he would not like any cheese in his breakfast burrito. A large coffee to go, a decision to eat in the Mercedes with Clark's unprompted promise not to spill anything.

He is already a bite in while they cross the parking lot. Barry does this too. They'd probably corroborate the thing about high metabolisms.