"There's a company where I'm from, Vought. They make the supes, their marketing team comes up with names. Gives them to the parents." He offered a smile, even though he was coming to see that it was kind of a fucked up situation, the world he was from. Maybe everyone's world was kind of fucked up, though. He shook her hand and then let her go.
"Hopefully we've got the ingredients and pasta and stuff," he agreed, moving toward the cupboards to check them out. It was really well-stocked. "Looks promising," he said, starting to pull stuff out, lining up the ingredients.
"Probably we could figure it out eventually. That's probably advanced," he added with a grin. "Way advanced. Spaghetti sauce, though. And not just pouring out a jar of Ragu. This is the perfect amount of impressive."