As a child Peter preferred the

pizza

parlor. Pizza was his favorite food. He didn't even like eating the pasta at his dad's place until he was in middle school. When his family went there for dinner he'd always order the stromboli. It was the closest thing to pizza. When his mom would ask him why he never tried any of the pasta he would pout.

His mind switched over to preferring the pasta place in

high school

. The night of homecoming. Dinner with three of friends before the dance. Dressed up and arriving in a fancy, black car. Greeted at the door by the hostess. Then further greeted by the head host when he recognized him as Old Peter's son.

He could feel the eyeballs of his three friends. Watching him and how he was treated. Special treatment. He ordered

risotto

. The three others asked what they should get. Peter didn't know what to say. Shrugged and looked at the waiter who made some recommendations.

Maybe he was getting older. Tastebuds turned over every seven years apparently. Perhaps as a fourteen year old he had finally come to his new senses. Pasta was good.

"Well actually you know that risotto is rice?"

"I know that now. But at the time it was all pasta to me. So I went like a year thinking risotto was pasta."

"Funny. So you became a sophisticante from then on?"

"For a few years. Yeah. I wouldn't go to the pizza parlor nearly as much after that. I should've gone more actually. Would've seen my gramps more. I regret that."

"Is that why you like pizza so much now? you eat it like everyday."

"When I was 24, I had an internship in Washington. All I ate was bagels and salmon. One weekend in October I was having a beer alone on my patio when I got a call. My grandpa had died. I went back home. First place I went."

"Pizza city."

"You got it."

"And now?"

"Now I eat pizza everyday yeah. I didn't every connect it to my grandpa like that though. You think they're related?"

"Anything can be related."

"See this is what I hate about therapy. You can make up anything you want. And when I ask you something definitive you can just brush it off. Fuck you!"

"Maybe that's why you had to get therapy. This need for the definitive."