While Krem ran, JW took out his phone and started tapping away on it. Luckily, he was polite enough not to snap any pictures of his new soldier friend. For now. While this flirting and buying one another snacks was all fine and dandy, he didn't want to step across a line and get his ass beaten.

JW was hard to match on the battlefield of the kitchen but when it came to actual battle? He would go over like a haystack.

"So I catered this party, earlier this week. It was a real shitshow."