Greg had settled on the couch, not bothering to turn off the cartoons that the girls had been watching. He had been known to enjoy a few cartoons now and then, and he hadn't bothered to look for the remote. His back straightened when he heard Ray over his shoulder, but only enough to he could relieve him of the pizza box when he was close enough. One slice lighter, the box was placed on the table.
"'Drug 'em?" It was said lightly (or as lightly as he could with his mouth full), just because he wasn't sure what else to say.