[Noah wouldn't remember how good pizza actually is, but he could imagine--especially considering how often his friends had dragged him to Nino's. Of course, 'dragged' was something of an exaggeration. He always went willingly- gladly, most of the time.
He also didn't mind any quiet moments. He might not have cooked, potentially ever, but he knew work went into it. And that was an easy question to answer--in the sense that he remembered, at least.]
I was seventeen when I-... um, that was seven years ago.
[He didn't consider himself twenty-four though, nor did he act like it. He would probably forever be seventeen.]
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He also didn't mind any quiet moments. He might not have cooked, potentially ever, but he knew work went into it. And that was an easy question to answer--in the sense that he remembered, at least.]
I was seventeen when I-... um, that was seven years ago.
[He didn't consider himself twenty-four though, nor did he act like it. He would probably forever be seventeen.]