Okay.

[She accepts that answer, jamming her hands into her jean pockets. Actually saying she wants the pizza is proving to be hard, if only because she isn't sure what she can give or do in return.]

And I want some. Trust me, I do, it's just...

[She loses track of that thought for a second as she looks at the colorful packaging. She's totally taking that box. A memory of her first real, hot pizza.]

I don't have any way of making it up to you. Unless you like jokes.