Well if I'm a 15 that must make you at least a 20. [After reading over the messages, John shoves his gear back into his pocket with a sigh. There's still a slight tint to his cheeks, but he seems to be handling it okay.]

And it's not like I care what mysterious butt anon thinks. You read it yourself, yours is the only opinion I care about in that regard so anon can shove it. Anyway...I hope you're hungry.

[Because there are a lot of sandwiches on that try and they are obviously not all for him.]