Pizza Planet, Friday

[carbsliftthespirit]

"I don't want to hear anything about it being a casserole," Raiden warned one of the line cooks as they prepped to open on Friday. "Oh...that's not what you're...yeah, it's a little weird."

Specials
New York Style Pepperoni
Chicago Style Sausage
Neapolitan Style Margherita
Rhode Island Style (No Cheese)

Rhode Island, what are you doing?

Pizza Planet is open!

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[grenadesandohana]

Steve had remembered the part about a discount needed to pick up pizza for dinner anyway and it was never bad to think a little outside the box on choices, right?

He was ignoring the voice in his head that sounded like Danny that was vehemently disagreeing.

His open-mindedness stopped at Rhode Island's pizza offering.

"Without cheese?"

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden was in the middle of a light snack of a large supreme pizza, but he finished chewing and swallowed his current slice before he told Steve, "Yeah, it's...it's a thing. It comes with or without pepperoni, if you want to try it." Just plonk the pepperoni on top of the sauce, apparently.

[grenadesandohana]

"Is it good?" Steve asked, looking dubious.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"It's pizza," was Raiden's extremely helpful reply. "...technically."

[grenadesandohana]

"That is not the most ringing endorsement I've ever heard," Steve said, snickering.

[carbsliftthespirit]

That was because he didn't properly appreciate how Raiden felt about pizza. "I mean, would I rather have cheese? Yes, but I always want more. If it's a cheese pizza, then it would be better with sausage, you know? And then add some mushrooms to that, and maybe olives and pepproni...you get me? But the Rhode Island pizza is still pizza, even if it does make me kind of wonder what they're smoking in Rhode Island, so..." he shrugged. "I can guarantee quality of ingredients and craftsmanship, at least. But if you're not sure about it I would recommend a pizza with cheese, like God intended."

[grenadesandohana]

"Do you have one with cheese and pineapple?"

Steve, why.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Like a Hawaiian," Raiden asked, biting down on the lecture about how actually it was invented in Canada because no one cares, Ray, "or just pineapple? I mean, I can do either, or...anchovies and pineapple, if that's what you want." Please let that not be what Steve wanted.

[grenadesandohana]

"Well, one can be a Hawaiian," Steve said. "They're my partner's favorite."

Lies. Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies.

"I'd love your recommendation from the specials for the other. He's from New Jersey, if that helps."

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Well, if he's from New Jersey he's probably more used to a New York-style pizza," Raiden said. "Or you could go with something new!" But with cheese.

[grenadesandohana]

"He's very used to New York-style," Steve said. "Goes on and on about it. That's why I want to expand his palate."

AKA: mess with him.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Well," Raiden said thoughtfully, "the Rhode Island pizza would definitely do that." Maybe too much expansion there. "Or Chicago deep dish?" It wasn't a casserole!

[grenadesandohana]

"I want to ride the line of pissing him off but not sleeping outside," Steve said. "Chicago might do that."

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Why would it piss him off?" Raiden asked, genuinely confused. "It's delicious pizza! And he can always have the Hawaiian instead."

[grenadesandohana]

"He is a man deeply set in his pizza ways," Steve said, "who also loves to complain about anything."

God, he loved him so much.

"So I like to mess with that."

[carbsliftthespirit]

Aw. Raiden could hear the affection there. It was sweet. "In that case, I would definitely recommend the sausage to shake things up."

Insert your own innuendo about sausage shaking things up here.

[grenadesandohana]

Steve snickered because sometimes he was twelve. "He does like sausage."

STEVEN.

[alwaysonguard]

Despite cooking classes and some marked improvement in his cooking skills, Dwight still much preferred quick and easy meals... that other people cooked for him. And so, there he was, hitting up the Pizza Planet in hopes of something good.

And judging by the smells as he approached and the display board he noted as he walked in, Dwight was feeling mighty hopeful of being successful in that mission. Though.... that last pizza? No... not happening.

"Ok it has definitely been a mistake waiting this long to come back here," Dwight said with a laugh as he walked in.

[carbsliftthespirit]

Some choices had clearly been made by Rhode Island.

"How long?" Raiden asked, vaguely confused. Why would one go without pizza when pizza was available? Did not compute.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight thought for a moment then gave a small apologetic shrug.

"A month or so? I try to keep the junk food down to a once a week deal... Tried my hand at making my own and while not a complete failure...." Dwight shook his head and gave a general wave around. "But when you have pizza being made for you, well, it's an easy option for the stereotypical bachelor type."

He looked at Raiden, impressed that there was someone- other than Sidon and Goose- who could compete with him in the height department.

"I don't think we have met yet, I'm Dwight."

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden sputtered in affront. "Pizza isn't junk food," he protested. How could you say such a thing, Dwight? "It has all the food groups! Unless you're from Rhode Island, apparently," he had to allow. "It is the best food. And I should know." I mean, look at him.

[alwaysonguard]

"Well without a super metabolism or healing factor.... (dang it Miguel, can't your super-genius mind figure out how to make a vaccine or something for that already?) Indulging in pizza usually means a few extra laps around the island," Dwight admitted with a laugh.

"But with as good as all this smells and I am sure tastes, might just become a regular here- and at the gym too!"

[carbsliftthespirit]

Raiden stared at Dwight like his operating system had crashed for a while before he said, "Oh. Oh you're one of those 'moderation' guys." He made it sound like a dirty word. "I'm afraid I'm kind of the opposite of that." On a metaphysical level, even. Oh, right, he should introduce himself. "I'm Raiden." He offered his hand after wiping it on his apron to be on the safe side.

[alwaysonguard]

Dwight gave him a bit of a look at that bit but just shook his head and returned the handshake.

"Good to meet you Raiden" Dwight said with a small nod. "Think you could get me one of those Chicago style pizzas?"

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Sure thing!" Raiden agreed cheerfully. After he'd put the order in he said, "So you've been living here a while? I just got here a few weeks ago. Still settling in, you know. Last week was kind of wild, but I guess 'wild' is kind of normal here?"

[alwaysonguard]

"Yeah, year and a couple months now" Dwight said. And oh boy, talk about timing there Raiden. "Well, you didn't run away screaming after that introduction to the island" he said with a laugh. "That probably means you will fit right in. Used to the weird and 'wild' huh?" Dwight hazard, figuring that Raiden probably had something a little less 'normal' as his norm to be handling things as well as he seemed to be.

[carbsliftthespirit]

"Well, my brother goes to school here," Raiden said, "so it's not like I wasn't warned. I actually moved here partly because we worried about what he'd get himself into alone. And," he laughed, "I guess it depends on how wild you consider northern California."

His corner of it, at least, was pretty wild--or at least had a pretty high 'supernatural to mundane' ratio--but he wasn't about to share that with some guy he'd just met. He wasn't Gray.

[alwaysonguard]

And that was probably a good thing. The island likely couldn't handle another Gray just yet!

"Well, welcome to the island. As far as how wild a place is, I come from a little ways north in Maine. And I can say, looks can be very deceiving," Dwight said with a chuckle.