While Jen was talking with Samantha and Frances, Amy was on the sidelines, sitting down in chairs at one of the many fold up tables that had been set up for the students to sit down and eat at. Tad sat down in the chair next to her and handed her a paper plate with a slice of pizza on it.
"That's pretty much what we're going to be eating for dinner," Tad said. "I got the both of us a slice. Is that okay with you?" Amy smiled and kissed his cheek. "It's fine Tad," she said. "They always serve pizza at the school dances. I mean, it's not like they're going to serve some large elegant meal."
"That's true," Tad said, chuckling. "At least it's the good kind that was recently delivered. It's nice, hot, and the crust isn't too crunchy or soft."
"You got that right," Amy said, laughing. "I mean, they could be serving us some frozen pizza that they chucked in the school ovens."
"I wouldn't have a problem with that," Tad admitted, taking a bite of the pizza and swallowing. "Pizza is pizza. There's the crappy pizza, and then there's the pizza that's so good, it might have well been made by God himself! I'd say that this is probably in between." Amy laughed and proceeded to take a bite out of her slice. "Yeah, I'd say you're right."