Seated across from her, he laughed at her comment about accepting her invite.  “Are you kidding me?” Boris playfully teased.  “What male<i>wouldn’t </i>accept an invite for pizza and beer?”  He chose to leave out the part about pizza and beer and a beautiful woman.  What a combo!  His smile remained as he thought it fair play for her to consider a male name for her scooter.  Men, after all, have been naming their beloved machines after women for what seemed like forever.<br/><br/>Prior to perusing the menu, Boris addressed her inquiry about helmets.  “Well, there’s basically three styles of helmet,” he explained.  A waitress stopped by and with Emily’s approval, he ordered a pitcher of IPA.  “You got full-face helmets, which is what I use.  Then there’s open-face lids, which kinda speak for themselves.  And the last one is known as flip-ups, or whatever term they’re using these days.”  Pausing, he poured from the just-delivered pitcher a pint for each of them.  Enjoying a healthy swig, he continued, “Flip-ups offer the best of both worlds.  You can have the part to flip in the down position, thus looking like a full-face helmet.  Or, you can flip it up and it resembles an open-face lid.”<br/><br/>While Emily weighed her helmet options, Boris focused on the menu, noting that jalapenos were a no-go.  He’d been here before and had even ordered delivery numerous times.  It didn’t take him long to decide, since the waitress was back to take their order, assuming they were ready.  “How about a medium, pan crust Combo, please?”  Nodding, the waitress smiled as she took note of their choice while also retrieving the menus.  Winking at her, he clarified, “The Combo has enough stuff on it, though nowhere near as much as their Ultimate Combo.”