*smiles crookedly (he must think everybody in this house is absolutely barking) Yeah. I mean. I don't think anybody'll bother us 'til James comes back with the pizza. *punches your arm lightly (I hope half that pizza's for me)* How much pizza d'you think I can eat?? I can eat a lot of pizza.
*steps out of the closet and walks toward her bed, veering at the last second to sit astride her desk chair, her chin resting on the back (the alternative would introduce waaaay too much temptation)* *more seriously* My dad's not due home for a while, so he shouldn't be a problem. *chews her lip, obviously concerned* What did you tell your parents?