Stanley narrows his eyes slightly at Jesse, not amused, but used to being generally taunted anyway. He doesn't even bother to reply, just trips along beside Jesse, trying to keep his scalp mostly out of harm's way.

He also knows enough women (who can kick his scrawny ass) to be fully aware that you never argue with them about chocolate. Besides, anything that isn't floor toast will be fucking amazing at this point.

"C'mon, baby girl, leggo...let Stanny go, 'k?" He pleads instead, screeching a bit himself when Peace gives his hair a fond tug instead. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..."

Sorry, Ellie. Please stand by for coherent conversation.