Donnie stared up at her expectantly, blinking when she ended up just inviting herself to take a seat there. Should...he offer another beanbag? Move?

Her observation made him snort a brief laugh. Understatement of the year. Internally he braced himself for what usually came after. It was even more baffling when it didn't come.

Again Donnie blinked.

"...you mean pizza." The question came out a bit flat, but it was halfway between that and a correction. "It's pretty much a staple for my family."