"Actually, have you got a flyer for your speed-dial place? I want to see if they've got garlic bread and stuff." Jeff scanned the kitchen area and raised one eyebrow. "Oh, hey, there's one."
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his glasses case and snapped it open. Hair strewn across his face, despite his best efforts, he slid his glasses on anyway, dragged a hand through his hair anyway, and crossed to the fridge and the flyer, pinned there with a magnet.
"You feel like something large?" he asked, scanning the topping options.