"Did you hear that, J?" he asks, still too pleasantly lethargic to bother himself with getting up and ordering pizza himself. What if he just... No, no. They're not drunk anymore, he has no excuse. But Pepper's hand is still solid in his with no sign of letting go. Does that mean something? "And by that I mean, that sounds delicious."

JARVIS takes their order and delivers a suitably smug quip, almost like he knows exactly what's going on here.