"Go ahead." He says and then stares when Tony asks what he would want. Nothing doesn't seem like it would be accepted. "No meat. Cured meats and sausage will make me sick."

He shrugs and then notices that Tony seems to still be waiting. Sighing he adds. "Mushrooms, hot peppers, sundried tomatoes, extra olives, and pineapple?"

He wasn't hungry but at the same time his insides twisted up at the prospect of eating. "You might want to get two of those."

Ziggy hadnt eaten but knew once he started it was unlikely to stop for awhile.