"Pizza," Michael smiled. "It's really nice." Normally, in the real world, he would have probably made some sarcastic, cutting comment about Astoria not knowing what pizza was, but right now it seemed like a perfectly reasonable question. "It's dough with stuff on top." He opened the box lid, the pizza looking up at them. Vegetables and loads of cheese. "This is just veggies. It's really good. Here-"
Michael passed the box over for her to have the first slice.
"Maybe we could go for a walk after we've eaten. I want to know what else is around here..."
He passed a flower to Astoria. A little daisy. He didn't know where he'd pullled it from, but who was counting?