After leaving the park, Leo gets back into his conveniently tinted-windowed car. (Functional, but not conspicuously nice; this is Chicago.)
"Well," he says wryly, "that was fun."
"Personally, I still distrust these newfangled tomatoes. They cause moral decay."
"I distinctly remember telling you to can it."
Harry clears a table out of the paper debris in the center of the room and lays down the larger pizza. He immediately takes the best-looking slice and absconds with it and one of the complimentary paper plates.
Further polite applause. "Que golazo. Man walks on moon. We are the champions."
"I approve of pizza," he declares when he has finished his slice. "Many thanks, gracious host."
"Excellent! D'you want to try some of the pineapple, I got the pixie pizza with it so you could taste. And because they really like sugar."
Harry ceremoniously lifts a slice out of the box and deposits it on Milo's plate.
He tries the pineapple.
"I am a pizza heathen," he announces. "Pineapple is delicious."
Harry takes a second slice of non-heretical pizza, confident in his ability to eat it before Milo finishes his.
Harry picks up the heretic pizza and beckons. "We can probably summon a decently sized swarm in the park. For best results you'd want to go to the park outside town, but I don't know if you're up for a longish drive. Buttercup, Leo, d'you want to come?"