Compared to the two of them, Keith feels a little overdressed in the closest thing he has to black jeans, a plain t-shirt, a 'has seen better days' hoodie tactically acquired from someone who left it outside back when he'd first arrived, combat boots, his chunky belt complete with knife in holster, and his ever-present fingerless gloves. The other two look far more comfortable by comparison and he's almost jealous. At the same time though, he did just make the trek from the Down in the cold, so that might be why he's feeling it right now.

"I said I'd come, so-" He cuts himself off as he enters the room where Jeff is, his nervousness about the situation ramping up a notch. What does he say? How is he supposed to act? He has no idea, so for the moment, Jeff gets an almost shy smile and a nervous wave. "I've... never had it. On pizza, I mean..."

First impression of the guy: it's like a mix of Pidge when she gets to rambling and Lance in general, but without the obnoxiousness. Not a bad impression, he's just not sure how to proceed, especially since he isn't sure if the two of them are a thing or not.