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"Okay so this is supposed to be sugar overload, yes?" Ilya asked, surveying the menu.
"Yep," chorused his teammates.
"Then I will get..." Ilya scanned the menu. "BrWOWnie?"
"Okay I need you to say that again, because I don't know if I've every heard anyone actually pronounce the 'wow' before—"
"Shut up," Ilya laughed. "Is what it's called."
"Killaloe is the traditional one—"
"One is named 'classic', and is not that one," Ilya observed, taking another bite of his. As expected. Not bad.
"Just give his a try so he stops talking."
Ilya accepted a mouthful. And blinked. "Is good."