"Oh, I don't know. Chicago has some right good pizza places. Goes well enough with a stout pint if you can find one." She said, leaning back on her arms as she thought about it. "Some of these Yanks can brew decent lagers too. Not quite like home, but eh."

And really, there wasn't much left for her in Manchester anyway. Well, aside from the beer. "What brings you to this side of the pond?" Eventually she'd get around to asking why he was typing on his phone instead of speaking. Eventually.