Wade fell silent at the mention of a lack of churro and simply stared at the man.
He blinked.
The gears in his tiny yet incredibly fried brain were trying to move around that thought but the gears were grinding upon themselves with a ker-kunk, ker-kunk like there was a cat stuck somewhere in the mess that wasn't going to get out of there until the sanitation crew found it the next morning.
"I'm sorry, say that again?" Maybe he didn't hear the man right.