We went to the coney island after dancing last night, and Lucy ordered mozzarella sticks. Anne said, "I like mozzarella sticks," and I said "me too". Thus it was that we ordered three plates of mozzarella. Then one person ordered a bowl of chicken lemon rice soup. "Oh I love that, I'll get one too" said another.
When it came to Scott, he didn't know what to order. I explained. "You can have mozzeralla sticks or lemon rice soup. These are your options."
Eventually he forged a different path and went with cheese in other forms -- in bread and on fries. But not before he and I did the One of Us, One of Us chant a few times.