"Yeah. I understand. Hey, I got a text from Paige--I guess we should call everyone in for dinner. You gonna stay and 'partake'? Or you gonna fly off into the wild blue yonder?
"I think you should stay...Paige is really nice, and the tweens like having someone badass to look up to. I bet you're hungry..." she coaxed, opening the pizza box to let out a huge whiff of hot, grease-scented air.