After getting the cups placed on the table next to the pizza boxes, Parker turned to take a seat in his chair before shaking his head and laughing at the Doberman in his seat. He took a seat on the arm of the chair instead, lightly scratching Crocell's side.
"Well, at least all the GOOD types of pizza are here," he teased Petra after Matt broke the news about her missing mac-and-cheese pizza. Opposite of Parker across the coffee table, he eyed Søren's sketchbook before rolling his eyes with a smile. He knew Søren well enough to know he wasn't actually going to get the cards and was just being goofy (after all, he barely had enough money to keep up living here in Hollywood), but it was still funny to him that he took quite a liking to being called 'The Guitar Whisperer'. Parker opened his mouth to say something to him about it but was interrupted by what Parker assumed had to be a choking fit from Matt, but soon made a second hypothesis when he saw Matt rinsing out his nostrils in the kitchen sink, causing a laugh of disbelief to force it's way from his throat before turning around to grab his own slice of pizza and laugh in agreement with Søren's joke. "You alright, there, chief?" He turned and approached Matt to lay his free hand on his back, patting it lightly, not expecting Matt to answer through his apparent nostril-crisis.
When Matt returned to his seat, Parker followed and began to pour himself some root beer in the cup in front of him, cocking an eyebrow in Matt's direction. Søren's vocalized thoughts left Parker wondering some of the same things, then causing him to roll his eyes before telling him to quiet down and stop being an idiot. With an aggravated sigh at his best friend, he turned his attentions back toward his most recent friend. "I'm wondering how as well, but luckily I'm doing so in a less ridiculous manner," he continued, referring to Søren's idiocy. "So, what's the catch?"