[He leans back as he picks another slice, relaxed, and now looking entirely sated. Good company, excellent sex, and pizza that still smells like a wood oven. Really? It's so much better than his usual life.]

This is only bread with things on shoved into an oven, so I guess all sorts of things. Seen a chocolate pizza once, for a dessert. But most of what people use is fruit. Although, some people will argue with you whether it deserves to be placed on the pizza or not.

[A shrug, and he takes another bite.] I don't really care. I like it with everything.

Well, most things. [He picks on a stray olive and flicks it towards the box's lid.]