[Ordering the pizza had been an almost mechanic affair. Dante's fingers easily tapped away on the screen, selecting all the ingredients, save olives, and leaving a note for the kitchen saying No olives!!!.
He knew there'd be olives. But ah, well. For once, Dante felt satisfied, a little looser, relaxed.
He was starting to find it problematic, skin growing cold when Vanessa comes back. The flush to her cheeks warms him up again, and when she resumes her spot next to him, he's smiling.]
My favorite, [a cheeky grin for going for his favorite and not trying to guess her tastes] but it has all the ingredients, so those you don't like, you can just take them out and give them to me. Take it you're from before the dish was invented, huh?
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He knew there'd be olives. But ah, well. For once, Dante felt satisfied, a little looser, relaxed.
He was starting to find it problematic, skin growing cold when Vanessa comes back. The flush to her cheeks warms him up again, and when she resumes her spot next to him, he's smiling.]
My favorite, [a cheeky grin for going for his favorite and not trying to guess her tastes] but it has all the ingredients, so those you don't like, you can just take them out and give them to me. Take it you're from before the dish was invented, huh?