"Hell yeah. Except none of that pineapple-on-pizza abomination. Take whatever you would have grabbed for me of that variety and put it on a plate, write for Grif on a napkin and draw a heart and leave it out. I wanna see if he just goes for it or gets paranoid and won't touch the shit."

Was that everything? Dave frowns faintly, thoughtful.

"Also if there is apple juice, I would do horrific things for a cup. Or the whole jug. Whatever."