“Because ‘Pizza’ sometimes consists of a ball of melty cheese and pepperoni or a bowl of warm marinara and cheese,” Carlos said with a shrug. “I prefer the bowl honestly – less messy.”
Sylvain shuddered. He had no doubt that the scientist was completely right, it was just the thought of the texture of such a meal made him want to throw up. Thank goodness he was only staying for a month.
“Well, thank you for telling me.” he said, jotting ‘weekly mandated pizza’ in his notebook as they entered the restaurant. “One less thing I’m likely to be arrested for. How ‘bout I grab some seats while you clean your cuts?”
Carlos looked down at the notebook and frowned slightly. “Huh? Oh, yeah, grab some seats,” he said. “And, uh… put that ‘definitely-not-a-pen’ away so nobody can see it…” He leaned in and dropped his voice lower. “I’ll explain in a bit. I’ll be right back.” Carlos hurried off to the wash room to get his scrape cleaned off. He hoped the guy followed his advice.
The Perfect Scientist 