Michael and Kitt have the day off, a rare occurrence in their daily lives. The two best friends have known each other for many years. Comfortable with each other - neither one wants to live without the other, but even the best of friends can have disagreements once in a while.

They are about to disagree on one particular subject.

After spending most of the day driving near the west coast of California with a break at Michael's favorite beach, they stop at a local fast food restaurant. "Be right back, pal." Michael is hungry and hasn't eaten all day.

Kitt decides while waiting for Michael - he'll catch up on some paperwork and do a bit of defragmenting. All these years later, the AI still wants his data and memory banks in top condition. Over the years, Kitt has accumulated knowledge from history to Michael's favorite sports. He wants to remember them all. The computer hadn't noticed Michael returning with a box in his hands until right beside him. The driver's door automatically opens. "I'm sorry, Michael, I was doing some organizing and self-maintenance," Kitt said sheepishly.

"That's ok, buddy. I just got here." Michael sits in his usual seat and places the box beside him in the passenger seat.

Kitt's Olfactory Sensor detected the smell of pizza in the box. But there's something strange about it. "Pizza, Michael? I thought you would go for your usual ketchup-filled burgers." He had given up long ago, suggesting better dietary recommendations for his best friend.

Michael opens the box and takes a slice, "The best invention since sliced bread." He glances at Kitt's voice modulator, "Along with you, of course, buddy."

"Thank you, Michael," if the AI could blush, he would have. "There's something different about your pizza." Kitt does a quick scan and shows the results on his monitor. "Dough, tomato sauce, ham, cheese and pineapple? What on earth, Michael, Pineapple?"

Michael speaks in between bites, "Yup, buddy. Hawaiian pizza. It's the best." Some sauce drips from his mouth, "Glove compartment por favor." Michael reaches inside and grabs a napkin. "Glad we always have spares."

The AI, ever patient, replies, "You had so many meals in my cabin, I always insist you carry extra napkins for safekeeping. I don't want food on my steering yoke."

Michael laughs, "Are you saying I'm a slob?"

"Well, when you say it that way." Kitt is chuckling, static coming from the modulator. "Michael, you realize the origin of your meal is not Hawaii." He lights up his monitor again and shows a short article about Hawaiian pizza. "It's a Canadian dish."

"Is that so?" Another bite, "Mmm, this is so good, Kitt. I wish you had taste buds." Michael is relishing his meal. Another slice-

"Slow down! You're going to get a stomach ache." Kitt is getting a little concerned. "I'll take your word about the taste as if I have a choice."

"Hey, pal, I get the feeling - you're not sure about the pineapple on my pizza. You should know by now my tastes in food." Michael hasn't slowed down in the least. Not eating the entire day doesn't help.

"I do know your preferences normally. That's what worries me. Pizza usually has dough, tomato sauce, and cheese. There are toppings, such as pepperoni, meat, or vegetables. Not pineapple. Speaking of vegetables, you could have bought a vegetarian pizza instead." The AI is ever hopeful his friend takes the hint.

"Hey, be glad I didn't get a pizza with anchovies." One more bite.

"Thank goodness, Michael." Kitt doesn't hide the distaste in his voice.

"Kitt, you're picky about my food choices. You're not my mom." Michael is smiling. He's just teasing the AI and has done it for years.

Kitt knows Michael is teasing and tolerated the antics of his best friend all this time. "Your mom wouldn't approve either." More static.

"Hey." By now, most of the pizza is gone. Michael washes down the last slice with the can of cola he also has in a bag.

"Michael, you got pineapple on my upholstery. Would you please do something about it?" Kitt is no longer amused. "It's causing havoc on my Olfactory Sensor."

Michael grabs another napkin from the glove compartment and a small bottle of cleaner. It doesn't take long to clean up the mess. "Ok now, buddy?"

"You're forgiven." The AI's voice is cheerful.

"I guess we have to agree to disagree about Hawaiian pizza." Michael exits the cabin briefly to dispose of the box and other trash in the nearest bin. He re-enters and starts Kitt's engine.

"When it comes to food, Michael, one of many." One last chuckle, "One of many."