He flipped one of the table chairs around to straddle it. His shell usually got in the way of sitting on a chair properly. He looked over at the pizza and blinked. He rubbed his eyes and stared at that... culinary monstrosity.

"S'wounds," he mumbled in amazement. He grabbed the drink for him without thinking. He took a sip, and it was all he could do to not spit it back out over Brooke. He made gagging noises and forced himself to swallow.