Breakfast of Champions (DM/BB)
Billy stumbles into the kitchen, eyes full of sleep and nose full of decidedly un-morning smells.
“Dom, it's six in the morning. What are you eating?”
“Pizza. Want some?” Dom proffers a slice in Billy's direction.
“At this hour? You're crazy.”
“Oh, come on. I added extra sauce. It's the breakfast of champions!” He grins messily, displaying a set of sauce-smeared teeth.
Billy makes a face. “Give me my own black coffee and a biscuit any day.” He eyes the pizza warily. “Why are you eating pizza so early, anyway?”
“You do know the properties of tomatoes, don't you, Bill?”
“Dom, it's six in the morning. What are you eating?”
“Pizza. Want some?” Dom proffers a slice in Billy's direction.
“At this hour? You're crazy.”
“Oh, come on. I added extra sauce. It's the breakfast of champions!” He grins messily, displaying a set of sauce-smeared teeth.
Billy makes a face. “Give me my own black coffee and a biscuit any day.” He eyes the pizza warily. “Why are you eating pizza so early, anyway?”
“You do know the properties of tomatoes, don't you, Bill?”