'Showoff,' he says fondly, finishing the not-pineapple and picking the fuzz-apple Wally had been enjoying (it looked good, after all). He eats in complete silence, listening to his friend talk. The thought, it's nice, to think he could be a Lantern without anybody having to die or having to suffer—

Who was he kidding?

Still, he forces a smile, hoping Wally won't see through it. 'That sounds like a deal if I ever heard one. But keep in mind he won't be anywhere near as cool as I am.'