"I do?" He didn't feel he did. He was kind of hung over, he didn't sleep and all he'd done today was shower and throw on some clothes. He was wearing yesterday's jeans and a ripped shirt, something he claimed was punk but was mostly because he usually wore clothes until they fell apart to save money. Shopping was a lot of effort when you were technically a wanted man. "Thanks? You look pretty smart yourself. Nice hair."

He smirked a little and reached out, grabbing his soda as he eyed the toppings with curiosity. He was apparently looking to share. Cute. He liked it. He seemed to really be trying? Maybe this would work out. Or end with him dying horribly... he hoped not that but it was hard to tell.

"I can eat anything. I spend most of my youth doing pretty much that." Crashing at people's places and eating whatever they'd give him. "Thanks though. For ordering."