Getting even.

“Extra cheese makes everything better. Except love..”

The delivery boy said, “Nice to know ma’am, but you still owe me eight bucks.”

“You know good food is the closest we come to feeling true love, forgetting real pain? Food is the best anesthetic.”

 He said, “I am glad I could be of help! Eight bucks still.”

“Stop measuring happiness with money.” She said.

“But it’s my money, and your happiness. Unmatched equation.” He said.

“Get going boy, I don’t have another penny.” She said.

He picked up a piece and took a sumptuous bite.

“Now we are even.” He said.