Henry blinked at his phone, shook his head, then looked at it again. Yep, that message said what he thought it did. He couldn't quite figure out how to react, but at least over a typed message, he couldn't stutter. 'What character?' He asked like that was the important question not 'why would you want to dress up as them?' or 'why are you texting me this now?'. He stuck to the easy things to ask. His food dinged and Henry set his phone down to fetch the chicken fried steak and gravy out. It didn't smell good, but at least it counted as food.