[center][color=f26522][h3]ANDY[/h3][/color][hr]
[@Wade Wilson][/center]

“Doesn't sound too bad of a plan. Only one problem - how're you gonna keep up with me? Unless...” paused Rick, flicking a switch on both of his shoes, “I made a modification to my shoes, just in case I ever ran into a problem. It's meant to jump-start me with electricity, but if I adjust the gauge meter and duration, you could fire these bad boys up and they'll keep me warm.”

Andy gave it a little thought, but only a little – what contemplation he achieved in those brief seconds told him that it was good plan, and so, he figured, what the hell. “Alrighty. That should work well,” he said, clapping the speedster on the back. 

“I have some adjustments to the plan,” announced Kieran, and, in announcing, lay them out. Andy had to admit, they were sound adjustments, but whether or not he thought so just because it meant he could scare the crap out of S’tann, he wasn’t sure. Either way, he thought that Kieran had all their bases covered, and that was enough for him.

“No objections from me, Kieran. So long as I got Andy and Tanya with me, this lesson's gonna be fun,” said Rick once the Kryptonian had finished speaking. Giving Andy and the aforementioned Tanya a nod, he said, “Alright, fire me up, Andy.”

[i]Giggity,[/i] thought Andy. 

Concentrating on Rick’s shoes, he focused all the heat from his hands into them, his arms glowing orange through his hoodie’s sleeves. He was trying hard not to heat his arms up [i]too[/i] much, because he liked this hoodie, and it would be a bummer if it lit on fire. He often liked to remind himself that clothes do not, in fact, grow on trees, and that if they did, he’d need to be careful not to light them on fire, too, as they would then have double the capacity to go up in flames, and then he’d be double the amount out of clothes. But then he liked to remind himself that his mum was also a very successful lawyer, and as such was loaded, and so would be able to send any clothes he might want his way.

A distant part of his mind tried to tell him that Rick’s shoes should not be glowing that bright a red, but the dominant part of his mind, which was still thinking about the [i]obvious[/i] issue at hand, shook its head and told it to take its problems somewhere else. Sighing, the distant part of his mind reminded him that when an object glows that bright a red, it probably means that it’s burning, and so he should probably take a look at that, because Rick’s feet were probably not having a good time. 

Snapping out of it, Andy quickly stopped heating up Rick’s shoes, saying, “Sorry, I think I zoned out a bit…”, then mumbled something about how the heat should stay there until the end of the exercise, and if not, then he’ll try not to lose focus during the recharge. “Uh, anyway, I think we’re good to go. Let’s get to it, yeah?” he added, trying for a reassuring smirk.

Deep in his thoughts, he wondered if geniuses like Ted Kord, Michael Holt and Martin Stein could work on creating a clothes-tree. It would, he concluded, make them a fortune.