After leaving the park, Leo gets back into his conveniently tinted-windowed car. (Functional, but not conspicuously nice; this is Chicago.)
"Well," he says wryly, "that was fun."
"Very good company! Not only do I feel the same way, I can help you continue to not be eaten by setting fire to things that want to eat you."
"Well. Thank you for that. Is setting fire to things usually an appropriate response?"
"In the case of soulless monsters, yes. Your range of options is limited in that case. Things that want to eat you but have souls, such as White Court vampires, should not be set on fire except as a last resort."
"Well, my range of options in the face of soulless beings seems to extend in unexpected directions. Actually, for that matter, do pixies have souls? Should I stay away from them while they're meeting Cath in case I accidentally give them some?"
"Leo mentioned this to you, I'm sure of it. Nearly the first thing I did on wandering in this world was meet Leo, engage him in debate about his eating habits, and somehow argue him into spontaneously developing a soul. I have no idea how I did it, apparently it's supposed to be impossible, and I'm somewhat nervous about accidentally doing it again to someone who won't take it so well."
Cath meows.
"Except Cath."
He shakes his head vigorously. "Anyway. Not important right now. You might give the pixies souls, but that wouldn't be a major problem; in the first place, they're not doing anything particularly angst-worthy, and in the second, they don't really have the brainpower to do much with souls. In fact, it might be a good way to test your whatever-the-hell-this-is."
"If you say so," he says, with a slight shrug. "And if you don't expect the pixies to object."
Harry shrugs. "One of them, I could see actually liking the idea. The rest won't really care."
"Oh, if we're going to get pizza you should probably pick toppings. We're getting it from a decent place, since this is your pizza cherry, but they'll probably have roughly the same stuff as Pizza 'Spress." He rifles through papers until he finds the coffee-stained menu, then hands it over.
"I am really not sure how to choose between all these strange things!"
"I can help you out on some of them. Like, sausage and pepperoni are different cuts of pork. Ricotta is a soft sort of bland white cheese. Pineapple is an abomination in the eyes of the Lord."
"There will be no pineapple on any pizza that I partake in. We could get two smaller pies, one for your heathen pizza and one for Meat Lovers', as Mario intended."
"I prefer Meat Lovers'. It is for those who love meat. If you love meat less than myself, you may be disappointed."
"It's a fruit. Really sweet, kind of sour, burns your mouth a little bit. All well and good in its place. Its place, in my opinion, is not on pizza. There are those who disagree."