He is barely done with his own by the time both of them finish. The sight of empty plates does make Barry swell with a sense of pride, only for it to be gone within the blink of an eye, leaving Barry sitting there with his hand in the air where his fork had been. He looks over to see the dishes washed, dried and neatly stacked in a gust of wind.

Barry shakes his head, amazed at how quickly he has gotten used to the rush of air that signals Barry's presence and beginning to use paperweights to keep any of his work down. This new Barry...Barry's heart goes out to him, with his rough life. He gets up as well and moves over, nodding and hugging the both of them.

"I'm on Earth-2. Or what he calls Earth-2. We, obviously, don't call ourselves Earth-2."