"'I left cause they leaned on me too much', go ahead and brush your shoulder off," Peter offered, poking fun at the humble brag that likely wasn't meant at all, "I love Yngwie Malmsteen. His Beethoven's 5th metal cover was probably one of the few things in life I can actually call a living miracle."
Shaking his head at the thought, he then turned up a brow, "Doctor Doom? That, that is actually the lamest name I have ever heard. Doctor Doom, is that Bond villain or something? Or is that what you call late night Taco Bell?"
Yes, they were making jokes about Taco Bell, and yes it was likely really lame jokes too, and way too many of them, but he was enjoying it. Raising a brow at her he shrugged, "Without radiation? Radiation makes me super huh? Go science experimental failures without proper safety regulations, always a life saver those. Or life changer in some sense."
When she ordered her food, he ordered as well and gestured for the cashier to put both of theirs on his bill, and moved to pay, "She says I'm super, so I now have to pay for her food. It's on our contract, she says something nice, I buy her something. It's like positive reinforcement."