"Oh, Jesus." The smell of pizza--blessed pizza--hit her like a ton bricks. She had known she was hungry, but what the agent had failed to realize was how much. "Um, let's start with a large loaded pizza and a side of everything, okay?"
She blinked, pushing her hair out of her face and coming to a stop, looking around for an indication as whether they were to help themselves or wait to be seated. "And the truth shall set you free, Boothy."
"Well, I was kinda an outcast from the beginning," she stated dryly. Or at least it had felt that way, despite the welcomingness of some of the girls, and the friendships formed later. "But ironically it turned out that a little pizza and booze was all it took to break the ice."