She hadn't said a word. But she obviously understood him. She was writing things down, and he had to wonder why. Why didn't she speak? But it was probably personal, so he didn't ask. He just gave her the help he offered and washed his hands off in the sink. "The guy with the pizza?" Features instantly brightening. Maybe he hadn't missed it at all. One of the worst things in teenage boyhood was missing pizza. So that it hadn't come yet meant there was still hope. "You got alot of stuff here. How about a fruit salad?"