You open the door to the pizza place. A bored, somewhat miserable looking dark-haired boy sitting by the counter suddenly perks up in nervous shock, then he smiles awkwardly and comes over to you. Oh, bon giorno! Welcome to my restaurant! Ehh, please, have a seat, and I can get you anything you like, yes? Pizza, spaghetti, anything at all. Just let me know, and I'll-a get you whatever you-a need to satisfy your hunger. Please, please don't skip out on the bill...