[Certainly not. Tess greets the creepy Enclosure-generated delivery man, going through the routine: passing around the debit card terminal, paying out, tips, the little fumble to take a whole stack of pizzas with a couple smaller boxes on top and a bag of sodas. She nudges the door closed with her foot.
It smells fucking heavenly and the cardboard is hot against her hands, but that just puts her in a better mood. She heads off to the kitchen.]
You know, a lot of these places used to have guarantees that it'd be there in thirty minutes or it'd be free.
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It smells fucking heavenly and the cardboard is hot against her hands, but that just puts her in a better mood. She heads off to the kitchen.]
You know, a lot of these places used to have guarantees that it'd be there in thirty minutes or it'd be free.