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"Ah... that certainly smells good!" said Joseph, parking, turning off the car, and opening the door. After a few days of having the food he had packed in his car - granola, string cheese, other travel staples - it was good to smell something substantial, even if it would be horrendously greasy and, as Glaucus had pointed out, not quite so authentic...

"Even if they don't have pizza margherita, I'll still eat a ton..." It was one of those instances where he felt he would be doing something against his best judgment, but he brushed the feeling aside, preferring the tomato sauce aroma...

Joseph knew from experience that, if the pizza were good enough, if left to his own devices, he also could eat a medium. He laughed and replied, "I think I'll get a medium as well... though you don't have to pay, I've got money too. How else will I pay for that cabin I'll have to rent tonight out at the resort?"

They entered the pizza shop and Joseph approached the counter, ordering a medium pizza, half cheese and half pineapple and Canadian bacon.

AJ entered the pizza parlor, rubbing his temples absentmindedly. He didn't remember sleeping well last night, rolling over in his mind what had happened. He hoped he could trust Jaime. He wasn't really sure how to take his reaction.

He ordered himself a simple pepperoni pizza- medium size- with a side of bread sticks and set out to fill his drink. Only after all this he discovered with a wave of embarrassment the lack of empty tables available.

After a quick survey while filling up his cup, Glaucus managed to shake the ‘being watched’ feeling that had eclipsed his thoughts. He saw Joseph sit at the table that he had claimed, and after his iceless soda was in the cup, he released the fountain button and clamped the lid on. He grabbed Joseph and himself some straws and walked to the table.

“I think the guy said I have 20 minutes till my pizza is done.” Glaucus told Joseph as he walked towards the table.

Glaucus sat down across from Joseph, “Oh, I am Christian, The cross is supposed to signify that, but people these days never cease to amaze me in their really bizarre interpretations and … such. I’m Roman Catholic myself, not too common in my hometown, people don’t have a great toleration there of non-protestants. But any way, may I ask the same thing of you?”

Glaucus began to wonder if this was about to turn into a heated religious argument that he always feared would happen, or if it could stay a peaceful religious discourse as he had hoped.

A Mormon, There’s something Glaucus hadn’t heard about in a while. He had never met a believer in real life, and because he kept no convictions from the Imbeciles in his community or the fools at his school he wanted to learn more. If he were to believe their stories as Vox Dei, then he would too have thought they were some weird cult. The last time the Mormons came up was in a discussion his teacher in his AP Gov class about a mass murder, and the blamed the religion.

“Oh that’s cool. I've never had an oppurtunity to meet a believer or at least get a non bigoted verbal point of veiw. At least your religion didn’t massacre Jews, Muslims or hereti- I mean Lutherans.” He said catching himself on the word heretic, he let it slip now and then, not because he was systemically bigoted, but it is how his dynamic and interesting Ap Euro teacher (who himself was Jewish) referred to them as.

“From where I went to school, the population was openly protestant, we have a million Baptist and Methodist churches, and few Catholic ones here and there. I got picked on I middle school because I was open and proud of my religion and every of the other Catholics I knew in church kept it in a closet. It was always; ‘you’ personally caused the crusades, like you know… I was there and… they weren’t fought for any necessary reason. I’ll admit the church had worse and still has other faults but the crusades were military as well as spiritual… Yeah my dream was to go to the Vatican next year, but clearly that isn’t going to happen.” Glaucus reminisced sadly.

“I love renaissance and religious art. After art my tastes fall to history, and the Vatican has both of those. I’d like to consider myself an artist, but I draw a lot of Myth- ” Glaucus’s face turned red, and in embarrassment he changed the subject.

“We all go through times where we question our faiths and such, but it’s a necessary step in our faith to take that crucible.” Glaucus knew he could relate, there was definitely that instance the other day when he felt forsaken, or lost faith.
“My mother always told me that terrible things like sickness, or losing faith in religion tend to happen to the best of people, but what they don’t realize it’s because they are strong enough to pull through. That’s what I’ve been using to get through this.” Glaucus lifted off glove for an instant.