That was what he wanted. To bring Kate, to bring everyone, a restful sleep. To ensure they lived in a city that made them feel protected and safe, eager to live and easy to thrive. He wanted to make the city better by ensuring people could live by their better angels without fear of the many demons. Sometimes, many times, that meant fighting with his fists. Not always, though. Sometimes it was pushing an old man away from a moving truck, or arguing in court for another chance. It was buying a stranger a sandwich and it was forgiving someone who needed to hear it. He tried to be all those things at once, and he knew he failed some of the time. Still. Hearing Kate now reminded him that it mattered to try, and to keep trying until he succeeded.

"Oh, you know me. Big on redemption," he joked on not holding onto grudges for the wicked witches. His childhood mind had taken larger enemies and dressed them in Disney clothing, but it was still far easier to make jokes now than dig any deeper. He'd started the teasing, after all. He'd expected Kate to follow him on that trail. "Ever met a real witch? I wouldn't be surprised if they existed now, knowing what I do." With people and powers.

"I taste nothing, maybe what Lucky and I have is chaste and pure," Matt joked, then set himself to cutting and setting down the aluminum foil on the baking dish, and spreading out a handful of the pizza rolls. He tried to run his fingers over the container to see if they were pepperoni or not, but he couldn't read the print. A touch sadly, but rallying, he decided it would be fun to be surprised. "Yeah, but if you only own one set, you can't host a dinner party," he told her with a smile. "We can host one together if you ever want, I can show you how much fun they are. Though your real friends won't care if your glasses all match. I cooked my first one in our college dorm kitchen, everyone had a ton of fun, and paper plates were used."