What else do I need to say? It’s pizza. Italian-style pizza. It’s a little messy, but every food can be eaten on the go if you try hard enough. I am going to mention that it’s better to do this after crime fighting than before, because sometimes having a food baby in your belly will come back to haunt you in the middle of a fight.
I have a history of getting stuck in bathrooms.
I prearranged my arrival time with Bento using an elaborate game of Pictionary. I still have no idea what we’re supposed to be doing today, but I finally did remember enough to know that the activities are all in Amsterdam because we don’t leave the city until tomorrow. There is a stack of brochures from the hotel lobby in the empty seat next to me and I’m planning to do my best at winging it.