"Yikes," Sloane said, grimacing. "No wonder you left." She wasn't sure where she stood on kids just yet; she loved them, but would she make a good mom? Jury was still out on that one. But she had plenty of time before she had to start seriously thinking about it. "I'm from San Diego. But I left when I was eighteen."
She was derailed once again by food talk, immediately shifting into very serious contemplation about pizza. "It's a good food," she agreed. "I'm not sure I'd go with the best. I think noodles still hold that spot for me - same thing different font. Carb base, can be saucy, can add in veggies and proteins. But I'll destroy a pizza too. Extra cheese, nice and hot. There was this one place that you could design your own and I used to do a spicy red sauce with goat cheese and chicken and spinach. It was so good. But there's also something to be said for a classic double pepperoni. What's your pizza order?"
She paid and headed through the turnstile into the train station, then turned as a thought occurred. "Oh wait! What do you think about pineapple on pizza?"