It certainly was amazing. It smelt all cheesy and tomatoey and pastryish and he didn't realise how hungry he was until he'd smelt it. His stomach was feeling decidedly empty at the moment, which was fair enough.
"Oh man," he said, looking at the cheesy round pastries. Pizza. It sounded Italian, if he was going to guess. It also sounded brilliant.
"Whiskey," he said, waving a hand airily, "And some beer. I don't know if you're a beery girl. I know you're cheery, but not sure if you're beery," he joked.