Probably a good idea. I'd rather not make the whole lair smell like soup. [He rises from where May had motioned for him to sit. May seems reluctant to let him go, but sighs a little. She just presses a kiss against his forehead, nose wrinkling a little as she pulls away.]

It wouldn't hurt, you do smell like chicken noodle, honey.

[Peter laughs a little at that.] I guess you start calling people-?

[May gives an easy affirmative, giving Peter one last peck on the head before she shifts her attention. The turtles get to deal with May talking in her most Head Of FEAST's Organization voice on the phone. It's a little intimidating.

Peter heads in the direction of the bathroom, intending to take a quick shower. After that, he's not sure what to even do next.

By the time Peter emerges from the bathroom, May has taken up a spot in the living room talking animatedly on the phone. Splinter is seated next to her, interjecting comments which she ends up using as well. The two are apparently on the same page with giving whoever they are talking to on the phone hell. Seeing the two working on whatever this is together is a little bizarre.

Peter uses the moment to try and find Leo.]