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Ahaha, you like pizza that much? I could make you some, too, if I had a proper oven. [Back at his cafe in the prison they come from he had exactly that. The offer will still stand should he not find one here and if they return there. Fai doesn't really trust this more comfortable place to be permanent. What would be the point after all?
Suddenly an idea passes his mind and he flicks his hand, writing a small intricate pattern with his magic. He's not surprised to find it working, as he clearly felt the restrictions lifting when he woke up. A small piece of pizza appears above his open palm, floating as he extends it towards her. The smell is completely right, but the taste may not be. Fabricating that is hard and Fai's pretty much out of practice. He used to do small things like that to amuse the King, back in a whole other lifetime.]
There you go. [His smile towards her is now more open, happier since this small trick still worked.]