[ barry's completely devoured the salad. sitting back in his chair, he presses his hand to his stomach. god, he feels so full. who knew leaves would make him feel so full? ]

A puzzle? [ his excitable and electrifying air dims somewhat. now well-fed (for now), barry's all business. regarding oliver with a frown, he shakes his head, confused. ] What kind of puzzle? Sudoku? A Green Arrow kind of puzzle...? Because I'm suddenly not available to get shot in the back again with an arrow. Or in the leg. Or anywhere—I'm wearing my good jeans.

[ or to go on an island and do survivor-esque puzzles. he was not cut out for that kind of life! ]