"No matter," he says.

One arm wraps around her midsection (protectively) and a wing flares out to cover her shoulder, as he reaches for the cell phone in his pocket. There are numbers programmed in - the pizza place is one of them.

He presses his lips against her temple while the line rings in on the other end.

"I would like a delivery," he says. His eyes narrow in annoyance. "Yes, I will hold."

"They seem busy," he comments.