Jamie looked into the fridge over Clint's head, arching an eyebrow as he spotted the leftover pizza boxes the kid was talking about. "Sweet," he enthused just about as much as Clint but not as loudly. He reached past the kid to grab the boxes, "I'll warm them up - unless you want yours cold. You do you, kid." But he was going to warm whatever he ate.
It took some wrangling to get the boxes past a ten-year-old boy but then he plopped them on the kitchen island and opened them up, using his wand to start warming up one of the pizzas.