Fourth Floor Common Room [Sunday Evening]

[grenfelzer]

Carmela's not that great a cook (well, she *can* manage a pretty decent pie, thanks to this summer's workshop, but that's baking, technically), so instead she's ordered a few pizzas and plunked them down on the table in the common room for anyone who'd like any. That done, she turns her attention to the TV to ask it (yes, ask it) if there's

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[ladycfitzgerald]

"What is that exquisite smell?" asked Anne, who had followed her (still very nice, if you asked her) nose toward the common room.

[grenfelzer]

"Pizza!" Carmela grins, instantly recognising the girl as one of her classmates from the pie workshop. The red hair is kind of unmistakable. "Help yourself to a slice or two," she says, waving at the stack of plates and then the boxes of pizza.

[ladycfitzgerald]

"But . . . what is it?" Anne is still looking very quizzically at the stack of boxes, sniffing as if trying to drink in the aroma of pizza, while at the same time managing to look very confused by it.

[grenfelzer]

"...You've seriously never heard of pizza?" Carmela blinks. Oh sure. Aliens she can take in stride, but someone who's never experienced *pizza* before? Well that's just weird.

[ladycfitzgerald]

Anne shakes her head. "It wasn't something that was awfully common in Avonlea. And when I say awfully common, I mean, at all."

[grenfelzer]

"Huh," Carmela says. "Well, it's a crust, topped with tomato sauce, and then cheese and all sorts of meat and veggies. Or just cheese, sometimes."

[ladycfitzgerald]

"How very odd," Anne says, reaching out with two fingers to take a slice very gingerly. "But it does smell wonderful, even if it doesn't look very appealing. Why is that, do you think?"

[grenfelzer]

"Appearances can be decieving," Carmela says. "Because it also tastes very, very good."

[ladycfitzgerald]

"I suppose I'll have to try it then, won't I?" asks Anne. "I suppose I can always consider it my great culinary adventure to start off a new school term."

[grenfelzer]

"That's one way of looking at it," Carmela grins.

[ladycfitzgerald]

Anne looks cautiously at the slice of pizza and turns it around in her hands several times, not wanting to admit to being unsure which end to eat first.

"Oh!" she exclaims suddenly. "It's a bit like a pie, isn't it?"

[grenfelzer]

"Only without a crust on top," Carmela says. "Not that pie always has that either. But this is... flatter? But yeah, you start at the pointy end. And it's strictly a finger food, unless you're, like, my grandmother, who insists on eating everything with a utensil of *some* sort."

[ladycfitzgerald]

"Eating without utensils can be a very freeing experience," Anne says thoughtfully. "At least, I've often thought so. But then, I usually imagine that in the context of what I would do if I was stranded on a desert island, or marooned in a shipwreck somewhere. I don't think you can do a very complete job of cooking pizza with whatever you can scrounge up from a shipwreck, can you?"

[grenfelzer]

"Well, if the cargo consisted of supplies for an Italian restaurant, maybe," Carmela points out. "I mean, it's possible."

[ladycfitzgerald]

"I suppose," Anne says dubiously. "But how likely is that to happen?"

[grenfelzer]

"See," Carmela says, with all the authority of someone who's been here for a year. "Around here, saying that is pretty much going to guarantee that it will happen, at some point."