I told little Peter that the standard pizza toppings on my earth was pineapple and anchovies.

[Well, at least he's not so shaken he can't blurt stupid shit at Loki as he rubs his wet, tired eyes with one hand, finger and thumb squeezing in real tight while the other arm absolutely refuses to release the Asardian even by a fraction.]

Smart kid. Didn't buy it for a second. Just as well, otherwise I'd have to really commit and actually order one and eat it on principle.

[A little bit of avoidant waffling never hurt anyone, right?]

Bed. Pizza. Ice cream. Lots of blankets. Few clothes. Many cuddles.

[And a long, heavy exhale.]

... We did it, huh?