"Eh, that person's probably wandering among the un-dead --or actually dead-- by this point. But I'm all for hunting someone down in the sake of junk food."
He looked her over, hesitating a moment on her chest. What? It was how Marty was. And she had nice ones, for the record. He'd not make grabby hands at them or anything, he was trying to be better. A little more mature about things. Show people --mainly O'Brien-- he really wasn't a bad guy. But he had to admit, they were definitely tempting him. All round and stuff. His lips curled into his trademark goofy grin before his eyes came back up to meet hers.
"Soup is only good when you're sick. Or cold. That's it." Thinking on that a moment, Marty could say the only soup he really liked was chicken noodle. And that was solely saved for when he was sick.
"I think them serving pizza would be a welcome change. I'd say let's order out, but the lack of a working phone, and the high chance of a zombie delivery person kind of puts a damper on that. I don't think our dear pizza would make it through the front gate."
Lord knows he almost didn't and he was warm blooded and living!