Jack wasn't overly picky about his pizza, or any kind of food really. There were certain things he liked, but when it came down too it he was pretty picky at times. Pizza at least had a range of things to pick from that made life easier. Staring up at the menu until Sam spoke up, he raised a brow. "Spinach? On pizza?" He looked up. "I think so. Now that I actually have time to think about being hungry."
"Peperoni and sausage on half?" The last thing he needed was to be distracted because of hunger, it was a stupid thing-but it wasn't rare for him. Even Peter noticed it while at Angel Investigations. He was often told to go eat. Told to take breaks. Whenever he started working on something he liked to see it through to the end until it was done and very often that meant going without meals, or sleep. It was one of his habits Z had always told him needed breaking-but he never could get it out of his system.