*chewing happily, unawares* I want to marry this pizza.
*frowns at the food that just hit his head and flicks a piece of ham at Loki, smiling at Tony when his eyes flashed in his direction* That could become messy….
*he snickers, playing innocent as he pulls the ham out of his hair* I don’t think a pizza can consent, Tony.
*shakes his head* I want to take this pizza on lavish vacations, and shower it with expensive gifts. *frowns at them* you don’t understand our love. *oblivious to all food fighting*
*speaks while continuously throwing piece after piece of meat, vegetable and other at Loki* How could we possibly understand the love of a man and a round piece of bread?