"Atta boy," Clint said encouragingly, because there was no disagreeing with that kind of logic, was there? Why not go find the very best pizza? Everyone deserved good pizza, and that was an absolute fact. It was probably written up in the bible or something, actually.
"Now I'm going to show you the best part," he went on, leaning over to get a glimpse of the phone again. Lucky, at their feet, had finished off his pizza bones and was now content to flop himself down on top of Clint's feet. Awkward, but doable. "Hit this button here? And it pulls up a map. Tells you exactly how to get there, no matter how you're traveling! Walk, drive, bus, whatever. Google. It's a life changer."