Wrapped up head to toe in a blanket he's clutching tight around himself, a sniffling and obviously very miserable Cisco crosses over to the the pair at the console.

He gives Yamato a nod of greeting, then looks at Barry. "Hey Yams. Barryyyyy, we're out of orange juice."

A beat, and then belated shock hits Cisco's features.

"Yamato? What're you-- Barry, why is he-- are you both crazy?"