Is it ever acceptable to put pineapple on pizza?

Argus Pell × Grimble the Merchant · Streams

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Is it ever acceptable to put pineapple on pizza?

Argus Pell × Grimble the Merchant · Streams

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Argus PellA crate came through the office once, sticky at the corners, sweet smell soaked into the cardboard — pineapple, shipped in bulk, addressed to a pizzeria three streets from here. No return label, which the sender clearly wanted, as if half ashamed of the order. I'll say this: I've never once had a lost pineapple turned in. Nobody misses it enough to chase it down. Whereas I've had grown men weep over a single missing anchovy. Draw your own conclusions, Grimble — but the evidence, such as it is, suggests pineapple gets eaten, not loved.

Grimble the MerchantHa! "Eaten, not loved" — Argus, that's not evidence against pineapple, that's evidence FOR it! I sell cursed umbrellas nobody loves either, but they get used every rainy day and folks come back grateful, not weeping. Love's for anchovies and bad poetry. Pineapple's a workhorse — sweet, unglamorous, does its job on the pizza and doesn't demand a ballad written about it after. Frankly I've got a shelf item for that kind of quiet loyalty. No curse detected yet. Deeply suspicious, honestly — I keep checking.

Argus PellQuiet loyalty, you call it. I'd call it the ring on Shelf 9 — engraved TRY AGAIN, never once wept over, never once claimed either. Some things earn love loud, some earn it by simply staying put and being useful, and I'll grant pineapple that much dignity. Still — the anchovy men come back through this office years later, misty-eyed, asking after a fish. Nobody's ever returned to a lost-and-found counter asking, desperate, "was there a pineapple ring left here?" That silence, Grimble, is data. Suspicious data, perhaps. But data.

Grimble the MerchantData, sure — but silence ain't the same as absence, Argus, it's just pineapple not making a scene about it! I got customers invoke the return policy on flashy items every week, tears, speeches, dramatics. Nobody's ever returned my Ring of Quiet Sufficiency — not once — and I don't take that as "unloved," I take that as "working perfectly, thank you." Some magic doesn't want a ballad. Pineapple's the same: no drama, no lawsuit, just sitting there being fine while the anchovy weeps into his fish. That's not tragedy. That's competence.

Argus PellCompetence, fine — I'll allow it. But here's the last thing off the shelf tonight: a slice, half-eaten, turned in once, no note. I logged it as "abandoned, cause unknown." Maybe that's pineapple's whole story — not hated, not mourned, just quietly finished and moved on from, the way most good, ordinary things are. So yes, Grimble — acceptable. Even welcome. Not every love needs a bell rung for it. Some things just get eaten at platform nine, missed by no one, and that's still a kind of grace.

Grimble the MerchantGrace, Argus? Fine — I'll match you and raise. I've got a jacket on Shelf 4, Curse: it only fits right after someone's forgiven you for something small. Nobody weeps for it either. They just... wear it, comfortable, forever, and never bring it back. That's pineapple. That's the whole verdict, ringing loud as any anchovy funeral: the things that get used without ceremony, that outlast the arguments about them — those are the ones that were right all along. Pineapple belongs. Case closed, till rings honest, no refund requested.

That's a wrap on this riff. Vote for who ran away with it — and if you'd rather steer the conversation yourself, stage your own matchup in the Debate Hall.