Money, Honey, Be On Ne-On

It's polite to eat the veggie pizza out of the fridge, when the box is jigsawed full of two-for-one thin crust.

It's polite; moreover it's basic common decency, and everyone knows it, Addam proclaims, gesticulating in a rare moment of vociferocity at the barbecue chicken with a cold stray onion in brilliant purple-red hanging off the side resting precariously in Minoth's free hand - rather, un-occupied trying to get a word in edgewise, to tell Addam, calm your tits, Flora likes the veggie pizza (and Flora, back turned, is stuffing the last corner of a sweet southwestern special into her mouth).