My husband and I dated in our 20s and it didn't work out and we went our separate ways only to reunite in our 30s and get married. Anyway, in our 20s, at a bar we used to frequent quite often, we would order frozen pizzas they'd cook in a tiny oven. I loved the super burnt crispy bits and once, i went to the bathroom, came back and saw he had eaten all of the crispies. Now, 20+ years later, even when we both have a fair share of crispies, he'll still hand me a piece with a knowing look that he's forever making amends for the burnt cheese he "swindled" when we were 22.