Frisbee it is. He shifts everything around slightly: the joint gets held between his teeth, one hand holds Fleshy, the other hand holds the frisbee. And so, Strange starts to make his way back to Peridot, seemingly unconcerned that Fleshy's gripping onto his cheeks.

"No I don't," Strange lamely rebuts, through gritted teeth, as he sets the frisbee down on the floor. The joint goes back in the other hand so Strange can actually talk now. "When—" And then there's a pause as Strange frowns, thinks, remembers something, then decides that no, what he's remembering isn't mean because he's not mean to begin with. That pause lasts long enough to almost be awkward before Strange finishes his question. "When was I mean? It must not have been for a while so it obviously doesn't count."