Date: 4/10/2019

By Imetaphor

I'm going out to eat with a girl. I guess we're just friends, maybe classmates. We're having a lively conversation. We find a good place, a buffet at a casino that I've been to before and liked. But I think we're in a different city, so it's different. I hope there's something good and brunch-like, like quiches. Howard is setting up a stack of boxes of pizza on a dinner table. As usual, I worry about him losing his balance. Then he sets out a basket of bread slices, which I think is unnecessary since pizza is mostly bread. I offer to help.