Trueblood

*shakes head* no, like, pineapple juice, pineapple slices, pineapple chunks, pineapple soda, pineapple popsicles, all that. not just on pizza. *my phone rings, making me jump (it's the theme song to MHA)* woah! *pulls phone out, sees it and excuses myself for a moment, moving to the corner of the room and speaking in Egyptian Aerobic*

*Ethan leans over to Mason as you turn away, whispering loudly.* Ethan: She's speaking fluent alien. You think she's telling them about the evil pizza conspiracy?