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Jay saw the specially made pizza and was stunned. The pizza was like a map, separated by a blue river. On one side was a dark zombie kingdom while the other side was Ultraman’s space universe. This pizza was special. However, what made Jay flabbergasted was the details of the handcraft. They truly displayed Rose’s capabilities in art. Rose divided the pizza into four slices using a knife and gave each child one slice. Only Jay did not get any slice. Jenson and Baby Robbie looked at the plate of pizza and looked at their daddy who was being left out. Baby Robbie whispered, “Mommy, can I share my pizza with Daddy?”

I nodded eagerly, excited to try the special. As we waited for our food, Zion told me about how he knew them. When he was young, a younger looking Mario had been their garden and Lucia had their chef they had worked for their family till his parents died and they decided to open a restaurant. Lucia brought the pizza smiling broadly. "It is on the house, cara. Enjoy," she said as she placed a big pizza in the middle of the table. "Thanks Lucia," I called out but she was already gone, humming to herself as she left.

Choosing to let that one go, Chance picked up a slice of pizza and lifted it up to my mouth. "Time to eat, baby girl. Hunters. Fucking freaks, the both of you. People do not come to Luigi's for pizza, Olive. But even the damn chef knows you guys eat nothing else here," Chance ranted as he fed me like a baby. I was too hungry to argue, so I bit into thick crust and five different cheeses, letting it warm my battered soul.

Chris led Lena to a table by the window and ordered two small pizzas. When the steaming pizzas arrived, neither of them made a move. Chris smiled at her. "What's wrong?" Perhaps sensing the confusion in her eyes, he took the initiative to explain, "The owner of this pizza place is a comrade's father from my unit. Don't be fooled by the small size of the shop. The portions are generous, and the place is clean. The taste is pretty good, too. All the pizzas are hand-rolled by my comrade's father!"

My parents tried teaching me when I was younger seeing as we went to a lot of fancy restaurants but I never managed to do it. The only time I can eat properly is when I don’t like the food that I'm eating. Only then can I take small bites and put down the fork between fillings. However, if I like something, I inhaled it and I didn't stop no matter how full I got. Pazzi had ordered what looked like a cheese pizza with green leaves on it. ”What is that?” I asked him. ”I would ask you the same thing but it seems that you're almost done,” He said jokingly. I gave him a bored looked and he laughed.

Clarice asked her companions what food they craved. "Pizza with crispy fried chicken and ice-cold soda!" Lorey answered. "I want to eat something different this time. Like lasagna and potato salad, so I agree with Lorey's choice," Grandpa replied. "Same," George replied shyly when Clarice looked at him. "Alright, let's have pizza for dinner!" Clarice said merrily. They entered the pizza restaurant and chose a 6-seater table near the door. Clarice called the waiter and ordered pizza, lasagna, fried chicken, potato salad and soda.

I looked through them and could see several families crowded around tables. “Not just any pizza shop,” he said with a hint of a smile. “The best pizza on Lunar Isle.” Ryker held the door giving me space to step inside. The rich aroma of tomato sauce, melted cheese, and fresh-baked dough enveloped us. My stomach growled audibly, reminding me that I hadn't eaten anything substantial since my drinking binge with Nova. The place was noisy, but it was a pleasant noise that settled into your bones and made you feel warm.

We created the craft of patience, especially when it came to protecting our people. "You know we can both play this waiting game. But the longer you sit here and keep your mouth shut. The longer you go without food, and I brought pizza." I walked over to the door and grabbed the box of pizza I had Lincoln order half an hour ago. It was the best pizza around. Christopher Fratello owned their own restaurant, one of the pack members, and the recipe he used had been passed down through generations. And I know pizza is pizza. Wrong. This pizza was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten, and I grew up in Gardenia, where Fae food was claimed to be the most deliciously sourced food around. Once y

“It’s gonna be perfect. Just watch.” Nikolai chuckled, adjusting Lorelai’s grip on the rolling pin before kissing the top of her head. “That’s my boy.” Lorelai, not to be outdone, waved her rolling pin triumphantly. “Papa Niko, I’m making pizza, too!” “Careful, princess,” he murmured, steadying her tiny hands as she eagerly attempted to press the dough flat. “You’re doing great.”

I didn't need him mentioning next day at school, that he saw me kissing his daddy. Remo drove a few blocks to their favorite pizza place, that was so small, it only had a few tables. Before he placed our order, he asked me, "Can you take a little heat?" Then he laughed at the way I rolled my eyes, because I was thinking that things had got pretty hot with us last night. He got Luke a slice of plain cheese, and ordered us a hot sopressata pizza, with portobello mushrooms and asiago cheese, along with a salad. As soon as I had my first bite, I just could believe that pizza could be so delicious.