Krem wrinkled his nose a little bit. He liked pineapples, quite a bit, the way they made his mouth sting a little bit when he ate too much and the tanginess of the juice. He could see the appeal of them with meat--he used them like that sometime--but not with the other parts of pizza. So he nodded along with Thomas's assessment.

"You've clearly got some sort of iron constitution," Krem said, and shrugged, digging into a box as well.

He shifted, now that they had both settled onto the couch, so that he was curled up against Thomas, tucking in against him comfortably and taking up a good half of the couch so that Thomas had the other half. It was easy and natural to fall quiet while they ate, though he was more than happy to comment on what he liked and didn't like about each of the dishes, hoping to encourage Thomas to do the same as well.