[ The food's not perfectly fresh—he kind of wonders how far ahead this other York had planned—but that really doesn't matter. It's here, and it smells and looks great, even if it's not piping hot.

Though in a way, that makes it worse. Because that only means this other York was right about him, and was completely assured in the fact that he was right. ]

Been waiting for me to call you up, huh.

[ He dismounts the bike before he pulls the items out, lining them up as he curls an arm around them, so he can carry all of them at once over to the rocks at the edge of the pond. Once he's settled in sitting on one of them he quirks an eyebrow at the other York. ]

You know having a stomach full of food will just make the drugs take longer to kick in.