Whoever this Dave dude was really didn’t matter to Paul right now.  Though he was well aware that he did hold some kinda sway in her world.  He was just happy to see Charlette enjoying herself so much.  And yeah, this enjoyment of hers was obvious, if her puffed cheeks, compliments of the deep-dish was anything to go by.<br/><br/>Second slices now on both plates, Paul was loving it in how she was attacking and leaving no pizza prisoners behind.  Her massive dumping of pepper flakes, however, was quite impressive, he had to admit.  As their waitress brought them another round of beers, the opening chords to Zeppelin’s<i>Ramble On </i>burst from the speakers.  His head pivoted toward the song’s source.  When it returned to front-and-center, he wore an appreciative smile, and complimented her, “Solid song choice, Charlette.”  He fondly recalled<i>How Many More Times? </i>had blared from his car’s stereo earlier in the day.<br/><br/>One more slice left for each.  At this rate, there was no way that any leftover deep-dish would be joining them on the drive home.