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[ If she notices how quickly he polishes off one slice before moving on to the next, she won't remark on it beyond a thinner, briefer press of her lips to hide a smile. He had made mention of it being his favorite dish, so it's really no surprise that he's devouring it accordingly.

The subject of fruit on pizza is one that's met with a slightly more incredulous look as she tries to figure out whether or not he's having her on, but there's no indication of that in his expression and so she resumes eating, careful not to speak until her mouth isn't full of food. ]

With the exception of olives, I take it. [ He's making his feelings on that known very clearly. ]

[That’s probably the most proper way he’s seen anyone eat a pizza, and he knew his partner Trish was a classy lady despite her penchant for everything black leather. It’s endearing, really. Dante notices the incredulous look she gives him and arches his eyebrows with a grin.] That hard to believe, huh?

Nasty little things. Get everywhere. [He picks up another, but stops before putting it away.]

Do you like them?

[ It isn't a question she's ever had to lend too much thought to, but she hasn't actually elected to remove anything from her own slice yet and she finds that she doesn't have an objection to the olives there, even if it does add more salt than she might necessarily prefer. She's always had more of a sweet tooth when it comes to her culinary cravings; this is a woman who frequently partakes of dessert for breakfast.

She quirks her mouth in thought, finally shrugging one shoulder. ]

I suppose I'm not particularly attached to them one way or another. They're certainly not a requirement, and I wouldn't be devastated by the loss of them.

[Dante flicks that olive to the cardboard as well, satisfied with the answer.

Not that he wouldn't be satisfied - despite his pet peeve for olives, and his lack of understanding why anyone would like them, he wouldn't judge even if she said she liked them.

As long as she liked pizza.

He munches thoughtfully on another bite, amused narrowed eyes trained on her.] Hm, I think you'd like strawberry sundaes, too.

That's ice cream, is it not?

[ It's not the first instance she's heard of it, though the opportunity to try it for herself has never been present and it had been something of a novelty in London, only entering the wealthier circles within the last few years.

Perhaps if she'd attended more parties, she would've been presented with the chance, but she's always been less of a society woman and more of one who operates on the very fringes of it, only dipping in when absolutely necessary, or as a favor to a friend.

But she continues to eat, interest visible in her features. ]

Are they similarly easy to procure here?

That's about the gist of it.

[He tilts his head at the question.] Well, not unless you want them melted, but there are some places that make them. They were rare around your parts, huh?

[He takes another final bite, sucking on the pads of his fingers after the crumbs before wagging a decided finger.] I should take you, sometime. Call it a hunch you'll like it.

A newer indulgence, for some. Though my understanding is it was typically served in dishes, with a spoon. Are you familiar partaking of it that way?

[ It may take her a longer amount of time to fully consume her slice, and navigating her way around the crust may prove a bit awkward at first, but eventually she's wiping her fingertips clean on the napkin, clearing the grease from her hand. ]

Your instincts have served you well thus far. I'd imagine the same will hold true for that introduction, whenever it may be.

I am, yeah. But here’s a new concept for you. [Dante grins a bit wider, a little giddy that she seems interested in another of his own favorites.] These usually are served in a cup. The bigger the cup, the longer the spoon.

[He’s pulling two slices from the pie and hands the second to her.] Hey, I’m always up for a sundae. Maybe it’ll be sooner than you’re making it sound.

Exactly how much ice cream is one intended to eat in a cup of that size? [ There's only amusement in her voice, though, and maybe a bit of surprise in her expression — not only that he urges another slice into her hand, but that she takes it from him without lending it any deeper consideration, biting into the end shortly thereafter. ]

Perhaps it will be. [ She speaks upon swallowing, the smile on her mouth carrying over to her eyes. ] I find myself with almost too much time to spare, these days.

[He chuckles around his bite, feeling like he already made the sale but unable to make it even more exciting for her.] However much you want.

[There's a short pause at that admission, one where Dante looks at her thoughtfully while chewing on the pizza - delicious, delicious goodness.

He decides what the hell.] Let me know whenever you're bored, then. I'll take you there.

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