I'll take your word for it. Maybe when you're firmly back in your rocker, we can see what this place has to eat.

(Eddie is...tragically short. The gentling smile does catch him off guard for a second. Mostly because he's never going to be used to gentleness being extended toward him practically ever. Then he scowls not a second later.)

It's one of the most generic names ever. Oh my god. (The scowl only deepens and he winds up smacking Iggy in the arm.)

Shut up! Oh my god. (Why did he always wind up around guys like this! He grabs Iggy's arm again though and winds up pulling him over to a nearby bench.) You're going to sit on the bench. And not do anything weird.