In all seriousness, the thought of Tobias being a serial killer had crossed Olee's mind, but he had faith that he could win in a fight. He places the pizza and pizza case down on the questionable chair and then shrugs his jacket off.

When he wasn't covered in a baggy coat, Olee was rather bulldog shaped. He ruffled his hair with his fingers and tried to coax it back into shape but eventually decided it was a lost cause. Oh well.

"Thanks. We may actually close if it gets much worse. I can probably text Ross and see. Hey, what kind of pizza did you order?" Olee eyed it completely and without shame.