( it's so sad that he finds nothing suspect about that joke. Peter is so used to humans inhumanizing themselves for a laugh, that he just takes it in stride. in fact, he laughs. ) Yeah, tell me about it. And sometimes no matter how much you put into it, it's still hungry. I miss my aunt for a ton of reasons, but the fact she always made enough for leftovers especially. I even miss the meatloaf.

( it's teasing but also a little bittersweet. Peter pokes around his plate, finding the incredibly reasonable diner food lacking a little something he hadn't realized until he brought up Aunt May. whatever. it's fine. )

Thanks for the lunch anyway. It'll hold me over a few hours, maybe. ( Crowley, just be glad you aren't in a teenage body. they're black holes and will empty a kitchen in hours of grocery shopping. )