[Dante lets out a very tired, very exasperated sigh, picking up a bunch of bar napkins on the counter of the kitchenette thing on the way, shaking his head when he sets the pizza box on the corner of the table in front of the couch.] You'd think that if there was something in this place that wouldn't be about pornography or sex, it would be food services, but. Guess I was wrong.
[Dante isn't usually the kind of guy who is careful about spillage, broken things, things that aren't dirty - he'll make an exception to certain smells, but when you have a demonic olfactory sense, you get used to most things early on. But for pizza he's careful to brush the shards of glass on the table aside, dab napkins on the surface to clean any remains of that accident. He's explaining while he does this.] Apparently pizza delivery here isn't about the food. It's like... ordering for someone's services. They shove their bits into this hole in the box here, and expect us to take it as an introduction. Thought it had to do with the store, but turns out, it's tradition. They were just as surprised when I told them I didn't want the delivery guy, as I was about the whole thing when I first ordered it.
[Back on the couch, he opens the box with a bit of reverence.] And, here it is. [He hands her a couple of napkins, something he doesn't actually use when eating pizza, but he figures she'd appreciate not getting her hands greasy.] You're going to need these. You grab a slice and eat it.
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[Dante isn't usually the kind of guy who is careful about spillage, broken things, things that aren't dirty - he'll make an exception to certain smells, but when you have a demonic olfactory sense, you get used to most things early on. But for pizza he's careful to brush the shards of glass on the table aside, dab napkins on the surface to clean any remains of that accident. He's explaining while he does this.] Apparently pizza delivery here isn't about the food. It's like... ordering for someone's services. They shove their bits into this hole in the box here, and expect us to take it as an introduction. Thought it had to do with the store, but turns out, it's tradition. They were just as surprised when I told them I didn't want the delivery guy, as I was about the whole thing when I first ordered it.
[Back on the couch, he opens the box with a bit of reverence.] And, here it is. [He hands her a couple of napkins, something he doesn't actually use when eating pizza, but he figures she'd appreciate not getting her hands greasy.] You're going to need these. You grab a slice and eat it.