"The go save the whales first, or something unrelated to your power." From what Brice knew of Warren, he could do anything he wanted to do. "Or open a restaurant, sell the best burgers and fries out there. Shakes extra." He smiled to himself, leaning forward, shifting away from Warren as he picked up a shake. It was heavy, heavier than the glasses of water that were untouched.

Popping the lid, Brice picked up a fry he'd saved and swiped it over the top. "Like this?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer, popping it into his mouth.