"Hey," Bobby said, raising his hands slightly into the air. "You could have gone total commando. How you do your chicken dance is really none of my business." At least things seemed to be getting back to normal. Bobby snickered when he heard Pete's stomach growl. Some thing never changed.
"Mario Kart sounds good, but let's get our fingers good and greasy first. It'll help give you an excuse why I'm beating you." Bobby pushed the pizza box closer to Pete and then leaned back, munching on a slice as he watched Pete coolly. Apparently he'd done his job? Now just to wait and see if Kitty knocked him around - it all depended on how suave Pete was with telling her.
One way or another, Bobby figured he'd get at least one bruise.