Pickles leaned down to grab Miniver's notebook from his pocket and write down the name and contact for Dethklok's security guy. Of COURSE he had it memorized.
Miniver purses his lips a bit. "I don't get it, man. I mean, okay, Pickles is famous, kinda used to threats of kidnapping and death on his account, which I swear he encourages--" Pickles stuck his tongue out at Miniver. "--but me? Y'know back in our world, it wasn't really even known we were married."