Cash or Card?

Jimmy sighs exasperatedly. Of course Joel didn’t pay online. Why would Joel ever pay for his own food? “I’ll- I’ll go get my card. Or someone’s card anyway.” He says, setting the food down on the porch. He heads over to the door and opens it, a little embarrassed by the pentagram of salt on the floor of the foyer. “Ignore that. We’re ghost hunters.” He says, because why bother lying when it’s just as bad as it looks?“Oh, and here I was worried you were satanists.” The delivery driver scoffs, rather unimpressed. Jimmy feels a slight twinge of annoyance towards him but ignores it because he’s quite cute actually.