Pete/Kitty
He smirked sarcastically, which is a state of being that he absolutely lived for. So much so, that his heart pumped sarcasm along with cholesterol through hardened arteries.
"You won't find me poking at a salad, unless I've stabbed my eyes out with a fork and I'm patting around for a napkin to mop up the blood."
He paused, thinking it over though. Spending more time with her was never an awful prospect, which was more than he could say for 95% of humanity at large.
"I'm not going to say no, if you'd like to. My table manners are shite though."
Which she probably knew all about anyway, after he devoured that protein paste gruel in Genosha.