Ordering Out

Chet’s brow wrinkled as he consulted the paper. Most of the items had been scratched off the list. “Okay, so pepperoni is a definite. And mushrooms.”

“And blood!”

“I still think we should have a veggie pizza.” Darlene was starting to get her martyred look.

“Sure, whatever.” Chet jotted a few more notes. “We’ll do one veggie and one pepperoni.”

“And blood!”

“Dammit, Drac, no one else wants your stupid weird foreign toppings!” Chet rolled his eyes. “You can’t even eat more than a slice without breaking out from all the garlic.”

Dracula frowned, momentarily crestfallen. “Fine, then. Half blood.”