As the others began to disperse, Dimitri stayed behind a for a bit and pulled out his phone to make two phone calls. The first was to the cleanup crew in order to give them the location and a body count, as well as details on what they'd be disposing of this time around. The second and more important (to Dimitri) call was to a pizza shop that wasn't too far from the house. It was getting late, and going toe to toe with a bunch of ghouls had put Dimitri off of cooking for everyone despite it being his turn to make dinner. As he walked back to his jeep Dimitri placed an order for a large deep dish meat lover, a large veggie pizza, buffalo wings, and a family sized chicken alfredo pasta. "[b]Ten minutes till it's done? Alright, I should be there soon.[/b]" He said as he threw the ghoul skins into one of the two coolers he kept in his trunk. With a bit of time on his hands, Dimitri pulled out his first aid kit to clean and dress the wounds on his arm, all the while dealing with Brutus trying to jump over the back seat to lick the back of his head. After a painfully thorough scrub down with alcohol and a once over with some gauze and medical tape, Dimitri placed his weapons into the trunk and went around to the front, pressing his bluetooth into his ear one last time to alert the others, "[b]Hey, i'm picking up some pizza for dinner tonight from that little italian place on 5th and Westly, can any of you tell me whether or not we still have paper plates? I'm not really in a dish washing mood.[/b]"