"Eep!" Getting picked up like that is a surprise. She's gonna get him back for that later.

"I'm sure." The reply is deadpan, but the set of her eyebrows suggests she has some idea what other meanings there could be. "I think you'll be happy with the selection."

To the kitchen! She gathers up the plate and her glasses and their glasses, then he can watch her take over his whole kitchen. First thing she does is unpack her knives and hone them. "Want to get the food out while I'm doing this?"

She asked, this time; progress! There's a whole small pepperoni, paper-thin prosciutto, crumbled bacon and sausage that's already been cooked, and some shredded chicken. Plenty of options for him. There's also some pre-cooked spinach, caramelized onions, mushrooms, tomatoes, diced pineapple, and some blackberries. And of course, there's cheese: mozzerella, parmesan, and something that looks and smells like a very smooth cheddar. There's red sauce and white, and crusts that are mostly baked and waiting for that last lovely toasting.

"I hope I didn't forget anything?"