Derrick could tell what was about to happen just before there was the knocking on the door. He was closing his eyes as he was about to purse his lips together when there was the knock on the door. He chuckled a bit before he took a small sip of his beer and then turned about to face her once she arrived back with the bag filled with food. "Sounds great... I'm guessing you'll need help moving, right?" He took a few steps towards the kitchen and set his bottle down on the table and glanced to her. "I like variety. I'm sure there's something here for both of us to enjoy.." He was by her side now, and chanced a hand rest on the small of her back as he peered over at the hot cartons. "What's your favorite?"