It would be easy to begin looking through the many boxes of pizza, though at the same time there were so many the bruiser was starting to feel as though her eyes might gloss over at any second. Why the hell did anyone need this much variety? Though, more variety was probably better than less in the end but fuck. Eyes remained on the frozen pizzas and an eyebrow quirked up at his question.
"You do." America stated without missing a beat, and without looking over at the man. Now, she didn't know this version of this guy particular well... Or at least... She was assuming she didn't.... Though how well she knew his other self in that other universe could be tricky to gauge too, but...
A frown pulled at her face as she continued to look through the pizzas. No luck yet.