Cal had heard rumors of pizza, that and being Cal he had pizza radar, somehow. Just one of his many myriad talents. Plate and slice procured he finally noticed Eliot, though, to be fair, he'd probably noticed the man right off, it was just that pizza was more important than introductions, which were given a moment later, around a mouthful of pizza, "M'Cal. Good idea." He added, of the pizza itself.
Sure, it was still almost too hot, but he couldn't really bring himself to care at the moment, because it was good.