You're contractually fucking obligated to love me, dumbass.

[But he hands over the food, including those shitty wooden chopsticks that come with take out, because he's not dumb enough to get between a stoned elf and her food.

And for all his fussing, he really doesn't care that they got started without him. He gets it.]

Fuck, have you been crying? You've been crying, haven't you? I know the both of you.

[He sounds so grossed out, as though he's accusing them of cannibalism or something.]