"Pizza is fine. I don't need you to make anything special." The answer comes easily. He's not really a normal deer, not by human standards, at least. But his diet is similar to the ones here, he's learned. He hasn't had pizza for quiet some time, if he thinks on it. Certainly it was long before he ever got here. It wasn't like it was often served at home.

"By not normal deer do you mean one that can eat meat?" It's the only conclusion he can draw from that.