Sephiroth shook his head. “No way in hell. Go check the refrigerator. I think we have a good collection of fast food business pamphlets with phone numbers on them. Most of them Home Deliver.” He nudged Jenna’s side. “And even if they don’t, you could always ride my motorcycle and pick the food up, hmm?”
He flipped back to the cake channel. “I don’t know what I want to eat this evening.” He hummed.