"So you just talk into that thing and somepony will come and bring us something to eat?" Izzy asked, leaning in closer to me to try and see my phone's screen.
"Pretty much," I replied. I finished dialing the number for the restaurant and then lifted the device to my ear. "It does cost money... or bits, I guess you'd s- Yes, hello! I'd like to place an order for delivery."
"Can I hear too?" Izzy was practically climbing onto my shoulder, her cheek pushing against mine as I tried to place the order. I moved my arm down to hold the phone in front of the both of us before pressing the speaker button. I lifted a finger to my lips to let her know she needed to be quiet for the duration of the call. She zipped her lips in compliance, an action I had to struggle not to laugh at due to its adorable nature.
Just like in the movie.
"Okay. Can I have your address please?" the worker responded.
"Sure," I gave her my information, Izzy looking a little puzzled while I did so. I couldn't be sure, but Bridlewood seemed far behind Zephyr Heights and Maretime Bay when it came to technology, at least according to the movie.
If Izzy hadn't visited those places and only ever experienced Equestria within Bridlewood, earth would definitely be full of things she'd have questions about. She'd asked many when I turned on the television as well.
"Alright, what can I get for you?"
"Can I get a large pepperoni and..." I stopped, staring down at the mischievous pony whose eyes were full of wonder. She was smiling brightly at me, seemingly not a care in the world, but utterly thrilled by something as basic as a pizza place delivering food.
Crap...
I'd typically get the same thing whenever I ordered a pizza for myself: a mess of meat. Usually a random mix of pepperoni, bacon salami, ham, meatball, the works. But Izzy...
Pretty sure she doesn't eat meat.
"Can I get an..."
There wasn't only the diet difference problem either. I could handle a large pizza by myself. She'd said she didn't eat much, but...
It's probably best to get two.
"Can I have two cheese pizzas with tomatoes and uhm mushrooms?" I wasn't sure if that was okay, but Izzy didn't protest, so I assumed it was fine with her. "Can I get extra cheese on both please."
Her eyes lit up. "I love cheese!" the lavender unicorn whispered to me quietly. Her excitement had grown at the prospect of the pie. I gave her a thumbs up, not wanting to confuse the worker any further by speaking.
"Sounds great! Would you like any bread sticks, drinks, or chicken wings?"
My eyes shot open, panic gripping me. I looked down at the mare, hoping she hadn't caught that last bit. Judging by her look of abject confusion, she had, in fact, caught it.
"Chicken wings? Like "chicken" chicken wings?" she clearly forgot the being quiet part. "What would you need chicken wings for? To fly? You're not gonna get very far if that's the case."
"I'm sorry, uhm, you would like some wings, or...?" the worker asked, thrown off by Izzy's ranting.
I gently laid a hand over her muzzle, silencing her.
"No, no, that's alright. Just the pizzas, thanks." She didn't resist my hand so I removed it as quickly as I'd placed it.
"Okay! And nothing else? No dipping sauces or anything like that, correct?"
"That's correct," I replied kindly. "Thank you!"
"And will they be cash, credit, or another payment method?"
"Cash is fine!"
The worker repeated my order back to me, confirmed my address one last time, and notified me of the price and that the order would arrive at my apartment in about thirty minutes.
I hung up, turning slowly to Izzy and praying she had the shortest memory of any creature in history. I held my breath, her smile giving me a little hope that she did.
"So... now we just have to wait?" she asked.
"Yep!" I tried to sound a heck of a lot more enthusiastic than I was feeling. "It'll be here in a half an hour."
"That's great!" she happily bobbed left to right.
"Anything you wanna do until then?" I stood to my feet, walking to the kitchen.
I can already get us some drinks...
"You still haven't told me what you are," she watched me move around from her seat on the couch. "And..."
"And?" I grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and moved to the fridge.
"What do you do with chicken wings?"