Apollo added a couple of extra dishes, he just loved a margarita pizza, he didn't care how basic it made him, shit was good. He also knew how much Cin relied on taking home any extra food, and he liked the idea that in the next couple of days her kid siblings would be eating better because of him.
He had timed their arrival almost perfectly. Apollo had enough time to step inside, shed his coat, and set two wine glasses on the bench before the food arrived. He smiled; it was still pretty perfect. "You can do the honours," he said, sliding the bottle across the bench toward Cin as he went to fetch the food from the door.