He nibbled on another fry, nodding at her words of only being able to tell him what she had seen. At her question, he swallowed his food and sat back against the pillows, brow furrowed in thought. "A...park? Or some kind of clearing. You were jogging." His arms folded over his chest.
"I think you bought me...food...a...pizza or something I think?" He shook his head. "Everything's fuzzy when I try to think about the past."