“You look cute,” Chase says when I walk into the living room, where I find him and Will eating pizza and watching TV. I plop down on the sofa next to Chase, lean over and grab a slice of pizza from his plate. “I see you started without me,” I say, before biting into a big glob of cheese and pepperoni. “Sorry, babe,” Chase says. Will looks up from where he’s stretched out on the floor in front of the TV. “Don’t be mad at Chase. It’s my fault we started without you. I was starving.” He takes a large bite of pizza, as if to illustrate the point, and once he’s finished chewing, he adds, “I couldn’t wait.” “I’m not mad,” I say, smiling at Will. “I’m just teasing you two.” After a few more bites of pizza, I recognize the distinctive flavor. I turn to Chase and ask, “Did you pick this up from Pizza House?” I’m surprised Chase chose that particular restaurant.
