[Trish lifts a slim, well-maintained brow at that. She is looking directly at you, Hajime Hinata, and you certainly have no spine to speak of. Not even a single bone! By default he is now and forever the most spineless boy she has ever met.

However, that leaves him with the least kickable ass. Still, she has sway over the other Italian boys by virtue of her strong personality. If she can exert any kind of power over Hinata, it's got to be willpower, and boy, she's more than happy to flex that muscle.

Not that she actually wants to kick his ass. He's a very reasonable guy, in all the ways that matter. And funny, too! She snorts ugly. Thank goodness her tea wasn't anywhere near her face.]

I'm flattered you think I'd ever have an audience big enough to fill a stadium. You can rest easy knowing I'm aiming far smaller.

It's sort of a tentative idea, too. I don't own my own establishment, so I'm not eager to mess with something that isn't mine. But I've thought here and there about what I'd do with a place of my own. I figured you'd be a good person to consult on that.

[She taps her claws on her cup.]

And, if that place were to exist in the future, that you would help me make those plans a reality.

[Neither of them have any clue at this point that Abbacchio is about to make this all very possible on a whim predicated entirely on wanting some good goddamn pizza in these trying times.]