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"You have GOT to be kidding me."

Standing in the open doorway, Cisco stares at the bar shaking his head.

With a sigh he tosses his toolbelt onto a bench beside the doorway and steps through into Milliways, letting the door close behind him.

His annoyance at what he had to go through to get here evaporates quickly, and when he takes a seat at the counter he’s all smiles.

"Hi, Bar. Remember me?"

That is absolutely not a squeal of delight when Bar produces a napkin with a cheerful greeting and a mug of Butterbeer to go along with it, anyone who hears one is clearly just imagining things.

Taking a drink, he turns on his stool to observe the bar at large, wondering just what exactly he can get into this time.

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"Of course he's human," Cisco says with a scoff and laugh that has just a tiny nervous tinge to it. "But he's taller and faster than I am. And not so much with the squish."

Cisco pokes his slight belly in illustration. Baze has seen Barry, the dude is leaner than lean.

"Also, he was raised by a cop and works with them. I'm sure that grants him some sort of self-preservation skills. Maybe... In any case, Joe would avenge him and that's a scary thought to any would-be Barry killers out there."

Cisco has seen Joe mad, it's about as scary as angry Dr. Wells.

Resisting the urge to ask for details about Baze's deaths, as that seems a touchy subject, Cisco just nods. "So, no going to other people's worlds, gotcha."

That's a disappointment, but possibly one that won't stop Cisco for long.

That's all true; Barry is leaner than lean, and Baze can't imagine Joe would take an injury to his son sitting down. He nods exactly once, acknowledging Cisco's words.

"Oh, no! I don't mean to scare you off of visiting other people's worlds. Just the one, Wilford's. His is a death trap. Everyone else's world is perfectly safe--as far as I know, anyway."

Cisco leans back on his elbow on the counter, considering that.

"How many other worlds have you been to?" And presumably not died in.

"Er," Baze says, shifting on his chair. He rubs the back of his neck.

"Only the one. But I've heard a whole lot about other people's worlds, and they all seem safe."

"Oh, you've heard," Cisco repeats with a nod and expression that says, 'sure, dude, let's go on just that'.

A thought occurs, and Cisco tilts his head, "Has Barry gone to any other worlds?"

If it turns out Barry held out on Milliways and has gone universe hopping without Cisco, Cisco is going to be very upset.

Baze is inordinately sheepish. He feels he's messed up something fundamental, and he doesn't know how to fix it. Awkward turtle is awkward.

"I have no idea. You'll definitely have to ask him."

"I most definitely will," Cisco decides with a nod.

He senses that sheepishness and is quick to try and reassure, just as he'd want to be reassured if/when he does his own awkward turtling.

"Hey man, it's cool. If you went to another world and died, and still think it's okay to pandimensional travel then maybe it is safe out there."

\Cisco is still taking his tech and super-powered friend with him if/when he boldly goes exploring, though.

Baze is back to beaming again, though it's still tempered.

"Yes, well, I can only spend three days outside the bar, on account of being dead and all, which isn't that much time to explore. Still. From what I've heard, most of these people come from places that aren't even at war."

"Huh. That's interesting." Cisco suddenly remembers his Butterbeer and lifts it to take a drink.

"What's the recharge like? I mean, like, if you're out there three days and then come in at the last second do you have to hang around here for awhile before you go out, or is it just a checkpoint kind of thing? Step through the door and get a counter?"

He's thinking of video games where one need only pass through a glowy circle somewhere to get a life-extension, but then maybe that's not how it works.

"Or do you even know?" he asks belatedly, realizing Milliways does seem to be full of mysteries.

"I don't, actually," Baze says. Cisco's sipping his drink reminds Baze that he, too, has tea, so he takes a gulp. Mmm. Tea.

"What are you drinking?"

"Hm, I guess that would be a dangerous thing to test... "

Cisco slides the thought onto the back-burner to possibly contemplate later, then turns focus to Baze's question and his drink.

"Butterbeer," he says cheerfully. "from the magical village of Hogsmeade."

"Oh! I assume this Hogsmeade is on an Earth?" Baze says, settling on his stool and hooking his feet around the bottom rung.

"It is!" Cisco replies cheerfully, because hey, it totally is!

"You wanna try some? It's like butterscotch, but not."

Cisco's cheer is infectious, and Baze soon finds himself grinning from ear to ear.

"What's butterscotch?"

"A flavor?" Cisco replies. "It's best form is in pudding, but if you're into old lady sweets there's also a candy for it."

Bar helpfully supplies a small hard candy in a yellow wrapper.

"Hey, cool," Cisco says, amazed that Bar would do that without him asking.

Baze's eyes light up at the butterscotch candy.

"Oh, I love hard candies. We used to be given them once in a blue moon at the temple, as rewards for exemplary work. Chirrut would always give me his, as he doesn't like sweets."

He orders a butterbeer for himself, and takes a drink. Eyes widening, he makes an inelegant, appreciative humming sound.

"Wow, that's good. Why are hard candies old lady sweets?"

"Oh yeah? Check it, you like candy? I'll totally be your hookup. Next time I come in I'll try and bring some of my favorites." Because Cisco is all about the candy.

He watches Baze try the drink, then grins when it garners approval.

"On my world just about every grandma has a purse with some old, old candy in it," he explains. "And it's almost always butterscotch disks and those little strawberry ones that nobody actually likes."

Baze orders a butterscotch candy for himself and opens the wrapper, which disappears once he sets it down on the counter. He pops the hard candy into his mouth and sucks on it, closing his eyes. Ah, delicious.

"I love candy," Baze says, laughing.

"I've got the worst sweet tooth. I'm surprised my teeth haven't rotted out by now having come here and eaten so much sugar. That was in short supply back on Jedha; we had to import everything from across the galaxy, so sugar was extremely expensive. What are your favorites?"

"Twizzlers, definitely," he answers automatically, before backing up a step. "Maaaaybe Charm's Blowpops. Or Tootsie Pops. No, Twizzlers, totally Twizzlers. Mmm... maybe gummy bears. It might be gummy bears."

This was why he used the plural on 'favorites'.

Hearing Baze is a fellow sweet tooth, Cisco grins. "Oh, dude, slushies. Slushies, Slurpees, Icees, basically any and every iced beverage with syrup. Have you had one of these things?!"

Baze laughs again, an uncomplicated affair, full of joy.

"Gummy bears? Twizzlers? Slushies? I haven't heard of any of those. I've had syrup before, but doesn't that actually go on pancakes? Ice was also the purview of the very rich on Jedha."

"No, no, no," Cisco says, shaking his head at Baze. "Different syrup. Bro, I am going to blow your mind."

He turns to Bar, patting the counter lightly with his palms and speaking directly to it.

"Okay, Bar, I'm about to get straight up crazy here. I need two, LARGE Slush Puppies. Don't give me that machine mixed, pre-measured nonsense, though, I'm going straight up old school. Check my pumps; I need two lemon lime, three cherry, one grape, two blue, one bubble gum, and just a tap on the piña colada. Mix it good."

There's no real describing the color of the drinks that appear, but they are made of a crushed/slushed ice mixture in cups sporting a dog logo.

"Give it a try," Cisco urges, pushing one of the cups towards Baze.

Baze eyes the mixture skeptically. He sets his butterbeer aside and pulls the slushie towards him.

"That's a lot of flavors," Baze says, raising a brow.

He pokes at the icy mush with the straw and takes a drink.

Mind: blown. Baze's eyes widen again, and he takes another drink, and another, until he gives himself a headache. He laughs.

"That's amazing! It's so cold and delicous! I'm reminded of milkshakes, though this isn't remotely creamy."

"It's called a Suicide," Cisco says slyly when Baze comments on the amount of flavors.

Cisco slurps, loudly, on his own as he watches Baze try out the drink.

"Careful, that's called a brain freeze and they are the worst." But obviously not enough to prevent further drinking, because even as Cisco winces with his own he takes another slurp.

"Milkshakes are alright, but this is where it's at," he declares, pumping his straw up and down to break up ice and remix the syrup. "Although, if you wanna get super cray-cray, we can go cream slush and have the best of both worlds."

"A Suicide, huh?" Baze says, squinting at the drink. Well, that's disrespectful.

"I can't say I approve of the name, but the slushie is pretty darn good. I tend to get brain freezes whenever I eat or drink something cold. I can't imagine a cream slush is better."

"It's a standard slang term for mixing all the flavors. You can also do it with soda fountain flavors, but I'm not a huge fan of those." Cisco likes the name, it makes it sound dangerous.

Tapping on his temple where the headache is felt most, he nods. "Basically it's your mouth freaking out about the sudden drop in temperature, and your brain is trying to send a signal to slow down."

Sipping on his straw, Cisco arches an 'oh really brow at Baze on the cream slush topic.

"Bar, orange cream slush him."

And lo' another frosty beverage appears next to Baze.