Wine it is then. [Duo goes to a cabinet and gets a glass. There's nothing special about it. It's not a wine glass or anything. Then there's the fight with the cork before it eventually gives in and comes out. He sets it next to the glass, thinking about the times he's heard rich, fancy people say something about letting wine breathe before he goes to check on the pizza. He grins, grabs his giant spatula and pulls out the crispy pie.] There we go.
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