[The closer they actually get to going and running, the more that weird weight seems to lift from Bart's shoulders.

Part of him, the part that listens to people like Jaime and Superman and is related to Barry Allen, says that he should... probably tell Wally exactly why he's acting weird. But then there's that West side of him. The part that just gets worse and worse in Wally's company that tells him naaah. He's not being asked about it, so why mention it at all?

So long as he gets to hang out with his older brother today, he's happy. He'll just... tell Wally about it later. For next year or something. So he knows, and Bart isn't keeping it a secret. Yeah.]

Heh. [There's a moment where Bart pushes a slightly awkward smile out, but it's quickly becoming more and more genuine as he lets himself tumble forward into a bit of actual excitement.] Are they like the steakhouses in the midwest? Y'know around ranch country 'cause unless they're like that they're totally not winning the steakhouse award.

[Careful, Bart. Your post-lightning cowboy tastes are resurfacing again.]