Are we going to have pizza for lunch?
Dean suggested a pizza to give him time to get it out, and the two walked a few blocks to a favorite neighborhood spot—redcheckered tablecloth and scenes of Old Sorrento on the walls.
Later, after everyone had gone, Dean sent out for pizza and both men knocked off a large pie with the works and enough scotch to get silly.
You go out with the local World Wide guy and have pizza and beer—lots of beer, considering what he spent.
Besides, if an eighteen-wheeler was going to make "possum pizza" out of him, he wanted to hear it coming.
"Pizza it is," he said to Jonathan, but his amused gaze clung to Carmen's.
An hour later she was pushing a pizza in the oven when Yancey walked in.
Most of Bird Song's other guests remained, as requested, in their own rooms but Ryland hung around the kitchen, sharing a snack of take-out pizza with Donnie while Edith sat nearby, wringing her hands and looking petrified.
They all agreed that the new look was cool and then decided on pizza for lunch.
She'd buy the pizza and have it delivered if they would bring her some.
The scents of what looked like pizza night taunted her, and she stood peering through the cracked door at the long dinner table.
Dean could be back on Collingswood Avenue, listening to John Coltrane or Charlie Parker and patting Mrs. Lincoln, or catching a Phillies game on the tube, or eating pizza and slugging down a cold Coors beer.
I just put a pizza in the oven.
If you want to go into town for pizza, please don't feel obligated to invite me.
Why don't we go out for pizza tonight?