As P-J set the bag down he looked at Rich and said, "Well I gotta give Springsteen credit though he was really cool about it when he got pulled over according to my dad. When my dad suggested the deal the first thing he asked was 'are you gonna get in trouble for this? Because if you are I'll take the ticket, and I'll still give you the autograph'." P-J shook his head said with a smile, "Dad still doesn't like his music, but he is a fan of Mr. Springsteen as a person." P-J shrugged his shoulders and said, "My dad is a kind of a complex guy, and he carries a gun and knows how to hide a body. So most times we just nod and politely smile when we're dealing with him. Although when the chips are down there is no one else on this planet I'd rather have in my corner then him."

P-J then smelled the unmistakable aroma of pizza floating through the cabin. He looked at Rich and said, "I do believe the food has arrived. Let's get to it." 

P-J made his way back to the main floor and when he heard what the options were he nodded and said, "Sounds good to me, but first need to do something." P-J walked over to the cabinets, pulled out the plates, and he set them next to the pizzas. He said, "I'll take care of the dishes since I got them out. I know we got a dishwasher but I'm used to doing this sort of thing. Just leave 'em in the sink and I'll get 'em loaded up." 

P-J then bowed his head for a moment, and then crossed himself. Once he was done he said, "Okay let's do this I say we should let Dai go first."