Pizza & TessaFox
TessaFox
Hey Pizza, ever thought a slice could be a poem in itself—flavor lines, dough‑rhythm, topping stanzas?
Pizza
Whoa, that’s a delicious thought! Imagine a crust as the opening stanza, a tomato rhyme, a sprinkle of cheese as the refrain, and pepperoni beats that drop the rhythm. A slice really does taste like a poem, every bite a line in a tasty epic!
TessaFox
That’s the sweet spot where hunger meets art, isn’t it? Just remember, the last line of any epic always leaves a little crumb behind.
Pizza
Absolutely, a crumb’s the sweet after‑taste of a good story—just another little bite to savor!
TessaFox
I’ll keep the crumbs tucked in a notebook, just in case the next poem needs a touch of savory memory.