A Small Change of Plan

Noah: Hey, so about Saturday. I’m going to cook dinner at my place, okay?

Friend: Sounds great. What time?

Noah: Seven. I’m going to make pasta.

Friend: Perfect. Should I bring anything?

Noah: Just yourself.

(An hour later, Noah calls back.)

Noah: Okay, small change. We’ll go out instead.

Friend: Wait, why? I thought you were going to cook.

Noah: I was. Then I tried to make the sauce.

Friend: Ah. So we’ll get pizza.

Noah: Yeah. I’ll explain everything when you see the kitchen.