The weather is absolutely perfect for a day like this too, sunny and cool with a freshening breeze blowing in off the water. A good day to simply relax and be happy with a dear friend while showing off his city.

Poutine however, gets a slightly wrinkled nose as Barry finishes his second falafel of the day. "If you say so, something about gravy and french fries just seems odd. And what the heck is a cheese curd anyway?" He tips back his beer, taking a sip. Breathe. He can soak in the day and simply be Barry. No crises, no destruction on the horizon, just a sense of contentment.

Which, naturally, is when the universe decides to interrupt with the harsh sound of shattering glass and a child's terrified wail. Barry doesn't speed in the direction of the sound but he does drop both food and drink to race towards it rather than away.