River realized something was wrong, she seemed to tense up for a moment, but it went away as soon as it had come. When she said she wanted Calzone, he knew exactly where they would end up. He smiled at the reminiscence of times gone by. It was as though he had moved on, but she had been almost frozen in time, unable to move past her past. When they walked into the old pizzeria, he noticed it hadn't changed. The smell of baking dough and tomato sauce filled the air. It was a lot quieter than he had once known. As they made their way over to the table she sat in the old red leather bench style seat. River debated where he should sit, but remembering how he'd always sit beside her, he did. Obviously she wanted this to go as though nothing had changed, time hadn't moved on. River would respect that, and go along with it, give her some happiness in what seemed an all too sad life for her.<br/><br/>River was conflicted, on one side he wanted to make her realise how things had changed, and to get her to move on like he had... and the other realised that sometimes the 'good old days' were sometimes better than the new ones. He wanted to help Wyngs, but he just didn't know how he was supposed to do that. Snapping away from his thoughts he looked at Wyngs "So, what calzone is your choice this time?" he said with a sense of boyish charm.