[Wade leans back on a hand, taking a drag.] Yeah, why not, kitten?

[Lots of people got lots of people they want maimed. Right? That's just not just a him slash super-powered-people thing? Christ, even his best guys have killed dudes, maybe he's just not spending enough time around normies. Like, real, human, not-thirsting-for-blood normies. Sure, Peter is... Peter, but you gotta think: what's the reason every Deadpool has a Peter?

It's sus.]

Not a hero. Heroes usually don't offer coupons for maiming. A super? Yeah, I guess, by definition. And -- seriously, how do you even know about LARPers, anyway?

[Wade gives him a suspicious glance, top to bottom. He doesn't have the vibe, but he could.] Robbin' you wouldn't be hard or fun. [He crosses his legs at the knee, swinging one with an unmitigated energy; the swinging's the only reason the rest of him can keep still.] And I have a reputation to uphold. Well, not here, but, [He gestures his hand in a circle] in the universal genre.

[Okay, he's not above robbing. But only when he's got a contract for it. It's different.] It's a croissant waffle. Fucking beats buttermilk out of the park. And cornbread waffles? Don't even fucking come close --

[He coughs on his next inhale, perking up.]

Whoa, wait. You got a Snickers?

[Yeah, that's what he got out of that.] Okay, that I will rob you for.