Lance
The priest snapped his fingers and pointed straight at her heart with a confident grin. "Sure do."
With that, he turned and got a flip phone out of his coat's pocket and dialed one of the contact numbers. Before long, someone answered, someone who must've been familiar considering how pleasant and casual this whole conversation sounded.
"Hey! Uh, yeah it's me. Yeah. Oh, wow really? Okay okay, congrats. Anyways, I'll need you to get here, and make sure to prep a big one. Thick crust, pepperoni and cheese."
He paused for a second, like he realized he had just stepped somewhere a bit too soon. He turned to the lass and asked her a simple question, concerned.
"Um, you're fine with pepperoni and cheese, right?"