"It makes her my gillfrond, technically." He pointedly ignores the withering look in the hopes that fishpuns will sate her, only he doesn't seem to realise that strongly associating her with fish and only fish is a thing that has earned him a variety of pointed looks from her.

"Don't talk about cheeseburgers now. I can't fool my stomach into thinking goose and saltines meets the epitome of unadulterated cheese and grease that encompasses my very existence." He gives his stomach a sorrowful rub, babbling both out of nerves, discomfort and because he doesn't know how to stop himself when he gets started.

"This is a dark twist on the Mighty Ducks if I ever saw one." He glances around, trying to listen for ominous honking. "Where do we start, anyway?"