Sure he knew it wasn't, but it also didn't mean that it'd stop. John was a villain after all, doing what he wanted where he wanted or some shit like that. "Make her dinner?" He shook his head. "Nah, she ain't looking for that from me." John commented. "Besides, I save all my true culinary skills for my one true love Spider-Man." He teased as he started building the burgers. Toasted buns, patty, smokey cheddar- but he was almost there.
In the pan, he cracked a couple eggs. It wasn't long before the fried eggs were done and added to the burger. Then the bacon. Of course, as fatty and greasy as this was, John added the healthy stuff. From the bit of lettuce, tomato, and onions. "Now, this is normally the perfect hangover burger, but, I think the occasion is fine enough."
Plating both the burgers, he slid one over to Peter on the counter.
"Yeah, yeah." Pyro groaned. "Not all bad, help guide their potential, bullshit bullshit bullshit." Picking his own burger up he took a bite of it to get all that he could. Probably a bit too fatty, but fuck him, he loved the grease. After swallowing added. "Just- I'm not a kid guy..."
Scrunching his face, he looked to Peter. "If I hadn't spent all this time making you that burger, I'd take it back for being a smug prick." John laughed though while taking another bite. With a mouthful of food, he commented. "I just can't let Drake ruin the next best generation." He teased.