Any and all irritation over the pizza and her siblings melts out of him like sand through a sieve as soon as his mate curls up against him. Omega opens his eyes and obediently examines the pictures she's showing him, although the sight of her on the edge of his vision is more riveting by far.

"Very nice," he concedes, though he doesn't gather more than vague appreciation from pictures. They only provoke one sense, after all, and half of one at that, being flat and small; he'll have an opinion of his own once he gets there, and can smell it and hear it and feel it and see it all around him, wide and real.

Hmm. At least there may be some decent things to chase. Omega secretly forms a checklist of all the creatures he wants to hunt simply to discover whether it's worth doing so or not. "You want a beaver fur hat?" he asks her with a sideways smirk, before suddenly stopping. "Holy shit." He points to her phone, to an icon of a wild bison. "They have those?"