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[the_antiangst]

It's that time of year. (And the narration's iPod is insisting, it would seem.)
Angel's claimed a couch and thought up a pizza, and is brainstorming what to do about Christmas. The pizza's free for the sharing, if you don't mind pineapple.

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[has_a_heart]

"I have -never- understood pineapple on pizza." Watch out, Angel, you have a billionaire hovering over your shoulder.

[the_antiangst]

Angel grins. "I've found it works better when there's not also tomato sauce involved."
Why that is, he couldn't say, but the world is strange like that sometimes.

[has_a_heart]

"Hm. Haven't tried it like that." Tony shrugs. "My roommate in college had it all the time."

[the_antiangst]

"One of my friends in college introduced me to the concept. It's sort of stuck around since then. I'm Angel, by the way."

[mitanarchist]

Someone leans over and steals a piece.

He has the privilege of doing so.

[the_antiangst]

That he does. (If not the privilege of seeing Angel's list, but that's because he'll be on it sooner or later.)
"Hey, you."

[mitanarchist]

"Hey, baby." The cough has finally cleared up, but Collins is still taking it easy. "Having fun?"

[the_antiangst]

"Oh, always." Angel grins. "Have to plan for my favorite holiday, after all."
Indoors, of course.