She made a show of placing her pizza down in front of her once she got back from the 'Make Your Own Pizza' bar.
I glanced at it, as she took her time pouring herself a soda.
"I assume you're expecting me to complain?"
"Whatever about? The fact I have delicious pineapple on this pizza?"
"Yeah, that."
"Hey, if you can't handle it, you're free to leave!"
"You forcing me to eat it?"
"Uh, no."
"There a rule that says I gotta put it on mine?"
"No."
"Then I don't care."
She huffed in annoyance, then fetched a non-pineappled one.
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