Red spandex was totally not taking into account the sporty properties that made up Wade Wilson's costume. There was definitely some sort of leather accent and oddly upholstery-like quality to pieces of his form fitting suit. Of course, Wade's pang of disappointment at the other man's confusion was well hidden beneath his mask -- but, the excitement as he qualified the other man as a maple-flag dweller? Well, that couldn't be contained.
"Waaaiiiiit----" His head canted as he tried to decide if the other man was just putting him on. "Are you? Are you really?" He was practically on his toes, beaming from behind the mask. His steps were quick as he stepped up to the other man, reaching out to clap his hand on the other man's shoulder. "A little slice of home!"
To say that Wade was pleased was an understatement.
"Have you got any poutine in your pockets?!" Hopeful, ever hopeful for the fries and the squeak-squeak cheese.