Heeding the primordial call, you rush to the cafeteria, eager to stuff your gullet even though that means that your time with Heather will end all the sooner.
After waiting in line for about 5 minutes, Heather leans over and asks, "So what are you gonna get?"
There're still a couple of people in front of you in line, so you have time to decide, but you can only get one thing since, even though you may be a shut in, you're not a fatty. (Don't worry, I have a portly figure. I can say that.)
Now, to the one with the power of destiny in his hands; to the one with the ability to alter the courses time and space; to the one playing this game:
"Can I take your order?"
>> Order a slice of pizza?