The Fella surprised me with dinner last night. He came home with two pizzas and a salad for me.
Elsa: This is going in the vows.
The Fella: What is? Pizza?
The Fella: And there’s lots of pizza, for leftovers!
Elsa: Oooooooh! Cold pizza in the morning!
The Fella: There’s [counting] — there’s like six or seven slices left. You could have one an hour, all day. You could have a slice an hour for six or seven hours.
Elsa: That’s all I ask from any day: six or seven straight hours of pizza.