[Ellie only takes one. But she's planning on one of each, as well as cheesecake and soda. She's not sure if she can barf up fake food... and doesn't really want to find out in front of Tess.]
I heard people would use ranch dressing with pizza?
[Joel told her. Sarah would slather it on most things, if she wasn't using ketchup.]
[Tess is taking a big bite when Ellie says that, and she grins around her mouthful and sets her slice down just to go to the fridge and root around inside. She finds a bottle of ranch and a bottle of caesar and brings them back.]
Yeah, you dip the crust in different sauces. I should have ordered some, but this'll do.
[Taking the ranch, she squeezes out way too much onto her plate, but whatever. Fake food. No reason to feel bad about waste. Then, she takes a bite of the pineapple pizza, trying not to end up with toppings all over her shirt as the cheese slips and slides over the sauce. A smaller bite would have been a better idea, but with new foods, she's not much better than a toddler.]
[But good! Ellie, a pineapple on pizza fan. Go figure. She chews, swallows, and reaches for a soda. She can feel sauce on the corner of her mouth, and uses her sleeve to wipe it, ignoring the napkins included with the meal.]
[Ellie, guard lowered, takes it under the assumption that any fizz would be mild. So, naturally, it goes right up her nose and she coughs, spluttering, and being much more dramatic than need be.]
[Everyone loves cheesecake, so Ellie has no reservations about cutting off a giant chunk with her fork and using her fingers to stuff it into her mouth.]
[Managing not to choke with the help of some water from the sink--she'll pass on the carbonated stuff for now--she goes back to trying each of the pizzas. Everything is good. Maybe she should stop eating like a little squirrel outside of this place, even if her stomach rebels.
As good a time as it's turning out out to be with Tess, she can't help but wish Joel was here for this, too.]
[Tess paces herself a little, but only marginally. She watches Ellie here or there, wondering if she looked like that in the dining hall in those first few weeks she could keep food down at all. Sometimes it feels like it'll take years to eat normally and not like it could be her last.]
Easy there.
[Tess considers having to intervene if Ellie starts going blue.]
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[She's taking two slices of it immediately.]
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I heard people would use ranch dressing with pizza?
[Joel told her. Sarah would slather it on most things, if she wasn't using ketchup.]
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Yeah, you dip the crust in different sauces. I should have ordered some, but this'll do.
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Easy. Don't choke.
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[But good! Ellie, a pineapple on pizza fan. Go figure. She chews, swallows, and reaches for a soda. She can feel sauce on the corner of her mouth, and uses her sleeve to wipe it, ignoring the napkins included with the meal.]
This good?
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[And it tastes like pure nostalgia for Tess.]
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Jesus! That's strong!
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It's carbonation. You'll get used to it! It's like drinking TV static.
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[Nose running, too. Ellie at least grabs a napkin to blow her nose, a smile hidden behind it. This is kinda fun.]
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To think we all used to drink this by the liter.
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[Why does everything hurt her but kinda taste good.]
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[But it's so good, even if it makes her teeth feel fucking atrocious.]
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[She says, before trying another sip. It's like a kid tasting alcohol for the first time.]
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[ Says the almost-forty year old vicariously reliving her teens through soda.]
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[Ellie is happy to stand around and eat pizza like a pig at the trough. That said, she reaches for what she hopes is the cheesecake.]
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[Ellie grabs one of the plastic forks inside the box with the cheesecake, and pushes the other towards Tess.]
Prove it.
[Let's top off some dairy and soda pop with more dairy beyond that.]
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[Everyone loves cheesecake, so Ellie has no reservations about cutting off a giant chunk with her fork and using her fingers to stuff it into her mouth.]
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You're not going to last a whole meal at that pace, kid.
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She's pretty impressed with herself, actually, pulling off a meal like this.]
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As good a time as it's turning out out to be with Tess, she can't help but wish Joel was here for this, too.]
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Easy there.
[Tess considers having to intervene if Ellie starts going blue.]
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