Guy snickered a little at Kara's spit-take. "Don't bite off more than you can chew, PG," he warned. But hey, he couldn't blame Hiro for worshiping an impressive rack like that. Besides, Kara was a sweet kind of chick anyway.
He raised an eyebrow at Hiro. "Well, Mr. Science Experiment, you gonna order here or what?"
Doling out the milkshakes ordered thus far, the last was sliding the vanilla milkshake down to the pouting BatBrat. And wasn't he nice enough to not sling it hard enough to spill? Even a jerk of a pre-teen didn't deserve that, though Guy hated to think how moody and emo he'd be at sixteen.