//this probably isn’t what was requested but it need some peter fluff right now//
“I refuse to have this argument again, Peter”, you groaned and rolled your eyes.
“Who’s arguing? I’m just making a statement. Plain and simple. It just doesn’t make sense. I have never understood why you like it so much”, he stated crossing his arms over his chest.
“Why does everything have to make sense? Live a little, Petey”, you dared with a wink. “Besides it’s good. I don’t question your taste in bourbon or wine. If you like it then I at least try it…”
Peter shook his head, “Me and Sonny had a discussion about this actually. He agrees with me. And he’s Italian so he would know.” He seemed proud that he had and “expert” on his side.
“Sonny eats goat cheese and sun-dried tomato on his pizza. I don’t exactly trust his experrise.” You grabbed the pizza box and set it on the coffee table.
He wrinkled his nose up when you opened the box.
“Just try. Please? For me?” You pleaded, pouting your bottom lip.
“Fine.” He huffed. “But only because you look so cute pouting like that.” Taking a piece of pizza, he folded it in half and took a sizeable bite.
“So?”, you inquired, “do you like it?”
“Honestly, yes” he admitted much to yur surprise. “Pineapple does belong on pizza.”
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