"Ohhh. Almost anything with fried potatoes," he says sagely. "They're fried, right?"

No one's told him about cholesterol, and he's nineteen anyway.

He hasn't met Venom yet, actually! It might be best that he doesn't for a bit, because he'll be simultaneously unsettled by him and feel like he has to tell him off for picking on Kinner. That ought to be interesting.

"Dead man's club," he murmurs with a snort. "Palmer ain't dead, but he can be honorary, right?"