"This is going to be a fun day" He decided, glad he invited her over again. They hadn't even done anything but talk and he was already really enjoying himself. He hadn't interacted with many people outside of the family in Storybrooke so it was nice to hang out with someone that wasn't Roswellian for a change. He would have to do it more often.
When she asked about the guitar, he shrugged his shoulders. "Some but that's my mom's. It first belonged to Uncle Alex but he died where she comes from so his dad gave the guitar to my mom because they both loved music. I'm glad it made it's away here from Storybrooke or she would be heartbroken" He told her as the door bell rang. He got up and went to get the pizza while he answered her question. A few moments later, he made his way across the living room again and put everything down on the table. It looked like enough to feed an army, not just two people.
"I was really hungry when I ordered" He explained as he reached for a slice of pizza, opting to sit down on the floor by the couch with his back up against it. "Where I come from, Uncle Alex never died" He went on, continuing what he was saying before the pizza arrived. "He was actually in a band with my mom. They released an album and even went on tour. I grew up living in a bus and hotel rooms until I was eight. It was the best"