Staas privately thought both his kids were totally weird in their pizza choices, and he could add Ira to that assessment as he seemed to approve of the pepperoni and pineapple combination. He then turned to watch Theo take his first bite. The boy seemed to be unaware that he was being watched; unaware, in fact, that he'd even chosen something completely off-kilter for his meal. He merely happily munched on his first bite, then immediately took another. Staas had to take that as approval, but he couldn't help but double check.
"Lekker, jongen?" he asked, accidentally slipping into Dutch.
Theo smacked at his bite for a another second, then smiled wide and bright, completely charming. "It's yummy, Daddy."
Staas smiled back, but he wasn't sure he believed him, so he grabbed the extra peanut butter pizza off the platter and took a bite for himself. It was . . . not bad, actually. He took another bite, just in case he was wrong.
He wasn't. He doubted he could eat a whole meal with that taste, but it wasn't bad at all. He saw Ira looking and grinned, passing the half-eaten tiny pizza across the table to the man. "Try it."
As Ira took the pizza for himself, Staas took a bite of his own little pie, and considered the meal a success. "Don't forget your salads, please," he reminded the kids, even as he speared a bit of his own.