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16.

"I have a question."

"Yeah?" he asks, looking up from his spaghetti and pizza.

I pick up a piece of pizza and raise it eye level, scrutinizing it with interest. "Why does this pizza shop make bigger and more delicious pizzas here than in US? I don't get it. Didn't this restaurant originate in our country?"

He takes a bite of his pizza before answering my questions. Well, well, he's smarter than me now. Country-wise, that is. "Hmm… you know, Filipinos really love their food. Yellow Cab pizza may be originally from America but the pizza makers are pure Filipinos. And since rice is their staple food, they rarely eat pizzas, so when someone buys a box of these, they make it extra special."

I must admit, I'm impressed. The guy knows his shit.

"They also love spices and ingredients. I think there are also tons of culinary schools in Cavite, and most of their founders are really well-known in the culinary industry," he adds. "Hell, I even watch one his shows."

I chuckle, partly interested at what he's raving about. "What, like the Food Network kind? Does the guy speak English in his show?"

With a smirk, he shakes his head. "It's not cable, but a local network. I watch it at lunchtime even if everyone's speaking in Filipino."

I suddenly burst out giggles. It's so Edward to do what he wants anyway he wants.

His curious brow arches. I must be sporting a big ass grimace on my face. And it's so me to reminisce that kind of shit.

"Do they also sell beer here?"