Now to find a table, he supposed? So they could wait for their delicious and amazing ham and pineapple cardboard pizza? Paul took proffered tray and tokens, then began winding his way through the crowd of little people with Sheila, until they found a table toward the back.
"I owe you a story, Ms. Storyteller?" Paul asked, as if shocked. "Well, I guess I do, so that seems fair. I'll tell you one if you beat me but you'll have to specify what you want it to be about otherwise I'll tell you any old boring story."