( Golf. Seriously. Only Barry. He played golf as the mayor, and as the spoiled rich son of Robert Queen. Now is not the time. )
No. Let me. There. Got it?
( A pin drops by the cafe he's sitting in front of. When Barry arrives, Oliver's set his Fluid down to take a sip of from his water. In his other hand, he holds the leash he'd purchased, and on the end of that leash? A pig, snout moving as it sits quietly at his feet. )
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No. Let me.
There.
Got it?
( A pin drops by the cafe he's sitting in front of. When Barry arrives, Oliver's set his Fluid down to take a sip of from his water. In his other hand, he holds the leash he'd purchased, and on the end of that leash? A pig, snout moving as it sits quietly at his feet. )