Wyatt shakes his head with a long suffering sigh that is nothing at all like that. He stands up, bringing his cup along for the simple sake of not wasting even crappy coffee.

Even if lately, even hatched coffee seems to be tasting better.

Falling into step beside his friend, he turns to him with an unreadable look on his face.

"When you say shoes, I hope you mean proper ones." As in 'not heels'.