"girl after my own heart," Faith grinned. "I live off pepperoni."
She dialed the number for the best pizza place nearby (and it possibly said something about her eating habits that she knew the number off by heart) ordering a large pepperoni and a few side orders before hanging up and turning back to Heather.
"You know one of these days we should meet up some time without Sam or another version thereof being some kinda git. Possibly with alcohol involved."