“Neither am I.” Which, in theory, should make it easy for Rey to pick something. However…choices were hard. Yes, she had money and could splurge on things, but it was hard to break out of old habits.

She pulled away a little, taking out her phone while staying curled up next to Buck. A few quick taps and she was on door dash, scrolling through options.

“That would be fun—but, I’d like to help, if that’s okay?” If he was cooking then she would need to pitch in. Either with helping to make the meal or with washing dishes.

“If you’re alright with Chinese food, I could order that. Here…” Rey held up her phone for Buck to see what was available to pick from. “Take a look.”