Rory shifts the pizza box to one arm so he can pull the Universal and Unsolicited Parenting Move of holding the back of his unrequested hand to Lou's forehead.

Normal temp, he grunts, and goes to put the pizza down.

"What'd you–"

(It's a very good thing that he's already holding the box over the counter, because when he drops it, it only has a few inches to fall.)

((His stomach has much, much farther to fall, and down it goes.))

"No shit."