"That's right," Carson grinned with a nod. "Fuck him and his half-assed sales pitch." On the way out of the store his attention wandered just long enough to flash a sardonic grin in the hipster's direction, his grin only widening when he caught the glare the guy was shooting him over the top of his magazine. Half tempted as he was to say something, he was briefly distracted by a flash of yellow in the case of the counter, and with a hum he filed that thought away for another time.

"Okay, important question." He proposed as they wandered closer to the foodcourt. "Are we getting slices or should I go all out and get a whole pizza? I'm not gonna lie, I could probably eat at least half on my own."