He smiled, picking up a flyer for a supposedly good Sushi bar that had opened rather recently a little way back into town and that did deliveries out into this area. In turn, he picked a Chinese restaurant flyer out of the little stock of those that had been pushed through the letter box over a course of months and carefully stacked under the coffee table just in case.<br/><br/>'Sushi doesn't agree with me - I prefer my food warm, but you are more than welcome to order from there' said Daniel as he flicked through the Chinese flyer, finding his favourites and the numbers for them already ringed - he was a man of habit when it came to things he liked, and he barely changed what he ordered on the infrequent occasions where he treated himself to takeaway.<br/><br/>'If you let me know what you want, I'll order it and you can go have a shower or take a cat nap. The sheets on the bed upstairs are clean - I'll grab the spares from the airing cupboard and sleep down here on the sofa til I can be bothered to get the air bed down from the loft for me.'