Oh my! The CoPilot response is hilarious too. Just...umm...don't ask about the kaiju. It's...yeah...it's a long story.
The room goes quiet in that “we all know this is true but none of us want to admit it out loud” kind of way. Samantha just stares at them—this ragtag collection of mutants, immortals, kaiju‑tamers, and one very confused pony arsonist—and realizes she is, without question, the only adult in the building.

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Samantha:
Astronomical?
Astronomical?!
How much takeout are we talking here?
Kitty lifts a finger like she’s about to deliver a TED Talk on fiscal irresponsibility.
Kitty:
Well…
There was the week Jubilee ordered dim sum every day.
Jubilee:
In my defense, I was grieving.
Over… something.
I forget what.
But it was definitely grief‑related.
Kitty:
And the month Logan kept ordering wings from that place in Buffalo.
Wolverine:
They were good wings.
Kitty:
Logan, you ordered sixty pounds of wings.
Wolverine:
…They were really good wings.
Deadpool raises a hand.
Deadpool:
And don’t forget the time I ordered every single item on the Taco Bell menu just to see if I could survive it.
Kimberly:
Did you?
Deadpool:
Physically, yes.
Emotionally…
He stares into the middle distance.
…jury’s still out.
Samantha rubs her temples.
Samantha:
Okay. So let me get this straight.
When I’m not here, you people live on:
—Dim sum
—Wings
—Taco Bell
—Beer
—And whatever Sweetie Belle accidentally sets on fire?
Jubilee:
Pretty much.
Kimberly:
Mom, they’re basically college students with superpowers.
Samantha:
That explains so much.
A tiny Mothra waddles in carrying a takeout menu in its mouth.
It drops it at Samantha’s feet like a dog bringing a stick.
Samantha:
…Oh no.
Even the kaiju are in on this?
Deadpool:
They have a punch card at the sushi place.
Samantha:
THEY DON’T EVEN EAT.
Deadpool:
They like the little soy sauce packets.
Samantha looks around at the group—her chaotic, lovable, utterly helpless found family—and sighs the sigh of a woman who knows she is about to become the mansion’s de facto meal planner.
Samantha:
Fine.
Everyone into the kitchen.
We’re making Eggroll Pizza.
And no one—NO ONE—sets anything on fire.
From the hallway:
Sweetie Belle:
No promises!
If you want, we can follow the disaster‑cooking session, let Sweetie Belle accidentally summon a food‑based eldritch horror, or have Logan reveal the real reason he only eats beer.