"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.

"Success!"

Further polite applause. "Que golazo. Man walks on moon. We are the champions."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're not missing much."

"All right then." He goes back to eating the delicious pizza.

As does Harry! Delicious, delicious pizza.

"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."

"Sure, why not."

Harry ceremoniously lifts a slice out of the box and deposits it on Milo's plate.

"You come into my house..."

"I'd apologize, but it would be a filthy lie. I cannot regret pineapple pizza."

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?"

"Sure!"

"I might stay home and do some, uh, research."

"Alright. Milo, any preference on park versus woodlands?"

"I haven't seen any decent woodlands since I got here. Are your woodlands horrifying in some way? If they aren't, let's go with that."

"My favored spot's pretty close to the burnt-out husk of a lake house I burned down in a fight with a murderous drug warlock and his sex cult. But as long as you don't open your Third Eye while looking at it you should be alright."

"Am I likely to do that by accident?"