Felix has only half a notion of what Jim is trying to create, or how pizza usually works for that matter. He understands this is meant to be a romantic occasion, but he may have a different idea of what that means. Hopefully it won't end badly.

"As many as I want, hm?" He sounds entirely too happy about that. The freshness and flavor of the herb and vegetable options gets an appreciative sound from him, not to mention the murmur of "oh, pineapple!"

Well, Jim put out all these toppings, and after careful study he likes all of them, so Felix decides he's not going let that effort and thoughtfulness (and delicious food) go to waste. He watches Jim prepare the first pizza while he nibbles and thinks on which toppings to put next to one another.

"I've never seen a kitchen like this," he admits with a sip of the wine. It's good wine, though different enough to be definitely a foreign vintage; Earth grapes were never kin to those of the Skingrad vineyards. A pity that Felix hasn't the attention to spare for it. "It feels a little strange to me not to have a fire, but then it's still warm in here."