Ah, there it was. Finally the proper pizza came into view and America snatched up a couple of the boxes, dumping them into her shopping trolley and then pulling out two more and holding them up for the guy that she'd met who was also looking for them.
"Yeah." America shifted, letting the door swing shut as she stepped away from the freezer and offered the pizza up to the guy. Though, her eyes lingered on him for a moment, as if she were considering something more.
"Good memory." The comment had the faintest hint of giving him a hard time, both in the sense of positive teasing and that America obviously caught on that he hadn't a clue what he was talking about.