The pizza arrived in a mountain of boxes that Sally insisted on arranging "strategically" across every available surface.
"Okay so THIS one is classic pepperoni which is entry-level but essential," she explained, opening boxes with the enthusiasm of someone revealing sacred texts. "THIS one is supreme which has EVERYTHING and will test your commitment. THIS one is Hawaiian which is controversial—"
"Why is it controversial?" Zale asked, genuinely curious.
"Because SOME PEOPLE—" Sally shot a look at Alex, "—think pineapple doesn't belong on pizza. Those people are WRONG but we respect their incorrect opinions."
"It's fruit on bread with cheese," Alex said. "It's objectively weird."
"It's DELICIOUS and you have NO TASTE."
Naga picked up a slice of pepperoni pizza, studying it with the intensity usually reserved for potential threats. He sniffed it carefully, tongue flickering out once to taste the air around it.
Sally's eyes went WIDE.
