Despite the arrival of pizza, and Lily making herself a plate, Lewis kept his eyes transfixed on the TV. Wrapping his arms around his legs, with his neck seemingly locked in the same position, away from Lily, Lewis finally spoke up at the pizza-eating Lily, "I used to eat pizza from that place, all the time. I don't even have to look at it to know who you ordered it from." Lewis started, his voice even and calm, but the faintest hints of distress could be picked up on, "You can practically smell the grease on it." At this, Lewis let loose a very short chuckle, as if he was amused by the memories that flooded back from the smell of the pizza.