( Don't worry, man. If he didn't live alone he'd have Secret Coffee too. He's kind of glad El's going to be clearing the safehouse out, he doesn't have to be quite so secretive with his thermos while he's working. )

I think I might have pitched the idea to you before, it's like... a mask, basically, using the technology that shoves those projected advertisements in your face. A hologram of someone else's face you can wear in public so you don't get recognized. Apparently default-on broadcasting like that takes licensing, but I have an opt-in prototype I can show you if you wanna check it out.

( All of it said to a muffin as he frees it from a container and unwraps the little paper.

Muffin bite.

Oh, that's surprising. )

What the fuck, Lance? How do you burn water but make perfect blueberry muffins, where is the logic in that? That makes no sense.