Wilhelm feels a little weird about letting Will pay for him when they've known each other for all of fifteen minutes, but the coins have already passed hands. There's nothing to do but thank Will and follow him to the cramped table in the corner.

"Somebody said to me that it could have to do with your potential. What you're capable of now doesn't matter, what matters is what you could be capable of someday."

That inspirational somebody being Lucifer. That doesn't mean it can't be true. Biting into the doughnut, Wilhelm receives a glob of jam dribbling down his chin, which he attempts to lick up.

"Starting to feel a little better?"