He had already discovered that, and had recovered from it by throwing the fry up in the air, catching it and blowing on it frantically as he zips over to the fridge.

"Hi, I'm the Flash, by the way," he says. "Canary ready yet?"

Canary is limping, in full costume, from the bedroom to the bathroom. "The one time you're on time, really? Give me a second to redo my bandages. This is Beauford, by the way."