I solemnly pledge...

      "New job, huh? What would that be? -- If it's alright for me to be curious, I mean."

      "Oh. Well, sorry for my forwardness all the same. -- Had a rough day, then?"

      "Clever. -- But, no; this was just me sharing my likely unwanted opinion."

       "You look worse for wear... --"

     -- there goes another glass of wine. He's pretty sure that's not how he's supposed to drink it, but he's too far gone to care.

      He tells himself not to laugh-- which eventually results in a somewhat ugly chortle. "Nooo. I ate too much pizza. Jesus. It was j-just an exclamation."

    "Luce... -- I ate too much. Jesus."

      "Sure." So he pivots on his heels, opens the door to the according cabinet, and pulls out a bottle after having read some of the labels. -- He's not all that picky. "How's this one?"

     "Is that really all?             -- Not that making you some coffee is going to be a problem, but-- yeah."

    "Okay," he gives with a wide smile. "I hate to be sounding like a guy dependent on alcohol-- because I'm not-- but how does wine sound to you right now?"

    There's a silence, seemingly contemplative, but the decision is quickly made. "Two. -- My treat, alright?"

      "How do you feel about pizza Hawaii? -- I ordered one of those a while back after a coworker told me to order whatever only to find out the one thing he can't stand is pineapple, so I figure it's best to play safe and ask."

     "-- Got it. I think. Is it the Frank Grisanti one?"