[ Being a man of the world he is--or just a connoisseur of fortune cookies--he can only smile at the expression translated so incorrectly in his head. (He's seen it before...one of his favorite combos to order.)

She is blessedly saved from him making an embarrassment of himself by repeating said combo name in return because the epidemic of the pizza-less is always at the forefront of his mind. Or, well, it's the one job he's got here. Kind of. Mostly. ]

Then you've definitely wandered down the right aesthetically cobble-stoned path.

[ He steps a little to the side to give her room to enjoy the full display of pies. ]

Tell me, are you in the mood for something spicy? Savory? Or maybe something a little more fresh and gardeny hits right?