Richard had been briefly surprised at the baking sheet shooting up, but it wasn't the same kind of surprise he'd had the first few times he'd seen her move things. Now it was some kind of magical childhood awe to see it. "Floating things is taking off on you. I wish it'd let you pick up people, everybody going all Beetlejuice would've been so cool." And then it hit the floor instead. "Well darn." Her cooking surrounded by Halloween decorations was so gothy-domestic that he couldn't help the little tease instead of a real curse.
"Oh, first oh no I don't and now I'm your taste tester, hm?" He slow-walked at the food, machete upraised in pantomime of him slashing his way closer, then his mask slid back on top of his head and he froze, side-eyeing at her back. "That's how it is, huh? Just can't bear not seeing my handsome face all night." Still jovial-- and damn, wasn't it weird how much he was clowning already tonight?-- but also hmmmmm. This he didn't mind, nope, not at all.
For a moment he'd almost forgotten what he was doing. Luck of the draw got him a pepperoni and pepperjack puff, and he murmured agreeably, eyes shutting for a moment. For the moment it made him forget the gourmet things he'd gotten used to before he'd landed here. Homemade and yet totally artery-clogging, spiciness making up for all the blander freezer food and ramen noodles stocked in the kitchen. He picked up a tray in his spare hand and followed in the direction she'd gone. "Yeah, I'm guessing you wouldn't be down for locking the doors and pigging out on this stuff by ourselves?"