Ebony's face scrunched up a little at the mention of pizza. When she was little it had been something she'd enjoyed but...some time in her mid-twenties she'd lost her taste for it altogether. Something about the thought of tomato sauce sticking to the roof of her mouth just bothered her a little too much. "I like them, too," She commented, tilting her head to one side and gazing at the petals carefully.
When her gaze next shifted she allowed it to fall back to Ira, and she was surprised by how much comfort she found just by looking at him. "Sandwiches sound fine," The woman's hand extended toward the other and she wiggled her fingers a bit, reaching for him, "Come here? Please?"
As good as food sounded at that point, she needed to really feel him there, and she had every intention of curling up with him, even just for a couple of minutes.