"Cheers." A rare grin, even outside the apocalypse, spreads on Eddy's face and he licks his finger clean. At least in this memory he can see why Lukashenko and all the freshmen went bonkers over this stuff.

"Need our energy," he agrees, and tosses the rest of the cup back impulsively, proving he is in fact Wyatt's brother, no matter how expensively you dress him up. (If he does die tonight because of this, hopefully they'll massage the truth.)

"Bowl glowed. Before," he offers, as he grabs the bucket and drops the empty pudding cup inside. Littering ain't right, even if it's just a memory.