"I'm would be strong at best," he said with a light laugh as he turned his back to the counter, leaning up against it. In one quick movement he brought the slice of pizza (grilled chicken with pesto, of course) to his mouth and took a large bite, nearly half of it being shoved in his mouth. He then glanced at her and smiled slightly as he tried to chew, looking a bit like a chipmunk.
Once he swallowed, he moved over to the fridge in order to grab the carton of milk. With his free hand he popped off the lid, then picked it up and pressed it to his lips, taking a good drink. He did this often and it usually annoyed someone, but he never cared much. Placing it back on the rack in the fridge, he moved quickly to another corner of the kitchen to get himself a napkin. "Did we decide on what tape we want to watch?"