When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie...

[liberty_mom]

Debbie is more than a little proud of herself as she bustles around the kitchen that night. After much time spent reading in really big, confusing books with a whole lot of technical words that mean jack shit to her, she's figured out how to make mozzarella cheese. She's got a little ball of it in the kitchen with her right now, and there's

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[goldeneyedflash]

There was an odd smell coming from the kitchen, and it took even the formerly fastest man alive a moment to identify it. Herbs, garlic, tomatoes...Oh, my god!

"Pizza!" Bart said happily, grabbing a sampling of slices along with a bowl of salad. Nothing else really needed saying, because there was the little slices of heaven sitting on the counter. And life was good.

[liberty_mom]

"Now don't you go eating it all," Debbie teases in a good-natured fashion as she smooths out the crust for the lemon bars in a baking pan. "No three helpings like that. Other people need to eat, too. You can fill up on lemon bars."

[goldeneyedflash]

"Don't worry, Mom, my days of eating a dozen pizzas in one sitting are over," he said with a grin. "You've surpassed yourself this time."

[liberty_mom]

Debbie laughs, a look of pride on her face. "You don't have to eat a dozen pizzas when the one has enough taste. But thank you, sweetheart. Cheese is surprisingly fucking easy to make."

[queer_as_brian]

Brian knew that smell. He followed his nose to the kitchen, and was utterly unsurprised to see Deb. He was a bit shocked by what she'd managed to make. "...Are you fucking kidding me?" he asked, leaning over the steaming hot pies and inhaling the heavenly scent of pizza. So much for no carbs after seven--there was no way Brian was passing up real pizza.

[soldieringlife]

The smell wafting from the kitchen was heavenly, but Prior was a bit puzzled by the dish that Michael's mother had made. It looked like large flat loaves of bread with cheese and tomato sauce all over them. Too embarrassed by his ignorance to ask the cook, he turned to the good-looking fellow drooling over the food and asked in a lowered voice, "Do you mind telling me what this is?"

[queer_as_brian]

Brian gave the guy a briefly incredulous look. "It's pizza. Haven't you ever had pizza?" He was sliding a cheesy, meaty slice onto a plate, dividing his attention between the food and the...not at all unattractive man.

His expression melted into a flirtatious grin as he held up the plate, lifting the floppy piece of pizza from it and holding it up toward the guy's mouth. "Here. Try it."

[soldieringlife]

"I've never heard of it."

He returned the smile easily enough, but drew back at the greasy, drippy object being virtually shoved at his face. Rather than let the man feed it to him, he took it in his hands (making a slight face at the sauce dripping over his fingers) and took a small bite. "It's not bad."

[holdthebucket]

Gordon Cutter hasn't seen a Pizza since the bar in Long Bay after a long day of curling and a longer night of drinking. It's the aroma that overcomes him first, the fresh scent of cheese, the sharp tang of tomato, the hint of meat...his mouth is watering by the time he strode into the kitchen, decked out in his finest glengarry, teeshirt, and jeans.

The woman is what gave him pause next, bigger than life, red headed, and surrounded by one of the finest foods on earth.

In the doorway to the kitchen, Gordon Cutter gaped. It went on for a long few moments.

"My good woman," he said at last, rallying and snagging several slices to his own plate. "You must be descended from divinity to have wrought such a feast. My deepest compliments and respects."

[liberty_mom]

Debbie's focused on the lemon bars, and she's used to people hanging around, staring at her as if giving her evil eyes will get her to serve their food quicker. She doesn't really notice anything, and pops the lemon bars into the oven, humming cheerfully the whole time.

She turns and the melody stops in her throat and she stands, blinking at the compliments. And then smiles broadly. "No gods and goddesses, just Italians," she responds with a hearty laugh. "But you're certainly most welcome," she adds, flourishing her hand just slightly and dipping into a scant curtsy. It seems required with his grandiose words. And that's one hell of a hat.

[holdthebucket]

Gordon laughed heartily, digging into the pizza with verve. "In my experience, they have often been one and the same." He tipped the glengarry at her with a flourish, giving her searing white grin.

"I confess," he went on, "That we had little in the way of the cuisine back in Long Bay, but it doesn't take a developed palette to recognize perfection. Well done."

[liberty_mom]

"Aw, it's nothing," Debbie demurs, still smiling, though there may be a tinge of red on her cheeks. From the cooking. "Be better if we had some basil. Or oregano," she adds in, suddenly more confident and forceful when she's talking about her own food. "But it's pretty good," she agrees.

"So, Long Bay. Where the fuck is that?"

[needsarobin]

He had had a plan. It was a solid plan that balanced out training, inclination and mood. He was going to grab some food and head for the trees to patrol early then meditate out the rest of the night. But some things are irresistible to seventeen year old boys, even ones with nigh superhuman willpower and Tim's plans sharply derailed when confronted with pizza. All he needed was a Zesti and he could die a happy Bat.

[goldeneyedflash]

Bart couldn't help grinning when he saw Tim stop by. So he hid the grin behind a glass of juice, waving his friend over. "Finally, real food." No more really need be said, especially since Bart wasn't done eating.

[needsarobin]

"Pizza!" Tim didn't actually grin but the look in his eyes was unmistakably pleased. "All we need now is some Zesti." He flopped bonelessly into the chair next to Bart, sprawling like the teenaged boy he appeared to be with none of the grace of the fighter.

[goldeneyedflash]

"Don't remind me. Not that me and caffeine is wise for the sanity of everyone here," Bart said, amused. "Though I'm not sure that's still the case."

[tardistraveller]

Sarah Jane hadn't really ever participated in the communal aspects of the meals, but she couldn't help her curiosity. And besides, a woman needed to eat. That was the main reason she had arrived for dinner, hair pinned up and in casual clothes.

[liberty_mom]

"Hi there, honey," Debbie greets cheerfully with a broad smile. "I hope you're hungry, 'cause there's lots to choose from. And lemon bars in the oven."

[tardistraveller]

Sarah Jane couldn't help her own bemusement. She'd hardly been called 'honey' in any of her years. "I'm afraid I'll give the lemon bars a skip," she apologized, tone rueful. "But the rest looks quite amenable."

[liberty_mom]

"Amenable," Debbie repeats, hands falling to her hips with a soft snort. "You mean it looks fucking delicious is what it looks like," she says, then smiles softly, one hand pressing against her bosom. "If I do say so myself."