And there was another snowball, just for grins (which Scott was providing, since Barda was too serious and professional for such things). Scott knew as well as anyone what awaited him back on Apokolips. Actually, he probably knew better than anyone since Scott doubted that Darkseid would have confessed to what he really wanted High Father's son for. It had nothing to do with pride, or taunts, or having humiliated Darkseid or Granny and had everything to do with a simple, seemingly-innocuous equation. loneliness + alienation + fe--
Scott closed his eyes briefly and shook his head, banishing and locking away the Equation again.
He smiled at Barda, softly, "Alright, we'll handle that. After supper. I can't be the only one who's looking forward to eating something other than gruel. One meal, then we'll handle ... that." He said, holding up one finger and raising onto his aero-discs again, extending a hand towards her.