After a couple of hours, her stomach starts to growl, and Ashley is already under way towards the kitchen, and I stop her not too politely. Well, not too much. I just pull her hand back onto the couch, offering to order pizza.

- You said yourself that pizza is inedible! Ashley exclaims, raising an eyebrow.

I didn't say that, don't lie. Then I told you to order dinner at a decent place, not some basement eatery. So we will order a good, - I emphasize this word, - pizza.

Ashley orders four cheeses, and I choose sardinia. Eventually I get bored with the silence and tell Ashley about the...