Doug shifted his skateboard so it was only occupying one arm and reached out to tentatively shake the extended hand. His fingers curled back to his chest at the offer of lunch and while he might have declined out of politeness in another setting, any reason to get rid of the girl right now was fine by him.
"Yes, thank you. Two of whatever. I have to eat a lot," He replied and then threw in as an afterthought, "please."