Funny how a place where it was just the two of them, larger winged animals not included, away from so much noise and in such isolation had become a comfort for them both. A place they both could show up at and let masks drop in a very literal sense. An odd sort of unspoken trust that had just grown into something more solid as they kept using it, and meeting up.

... Had been grounding once they'd gotten back from Oz, too.

Couldn't help the faint snort, nose brushing against Gabriel's with just the lightest of nudges. "That honestly sounds almost perfect, more so if we can get them to add ham and pineapple to it," the red onions he could give or take, but the rest was the important parts. "I know that this place has carbonated juices now, so we can pick some of those up to bring with us to a rooftop." Sparkling/fizzy juice and pizza could go damn well together.

"Makes two of us." Last time that Jack was 'romantic'? He managed to change part of a fairytale to involve a deeply polyromantic fae relationship- while wearing a dress. Not that it counted much, but it was odd that it happened.