Faith looked taken aback for a second as she processed his words. No one had ever called her perfect. Not even him. Not that I didn't want to, Pumpkin. You were getting there, I promise. His voice was in her mind again, but she pushed it aside as she smiled at Pike.
"Aint a pizza 'less you can press a paper towel to it and lift up, showin' the whole thing." As they moved to a table, she glanced at the menu, then up at him. "One pie's good for now. Drippin' with grease and meat, o'course."
Her stomach growled again at the smells in the restaurant, but she ignored it since she was about to get food. "Beer t'drink."