Leia/Crichton
The Princess nodded emphatically, yes. Pizza was most certainly worthy of redeeming a planet, and it was so simple.
Leia really didn’t want to bring the mood down, nor was she one to lose hope so easily. But she didn’t really understand the laws of how this world worked, not ..in a judicial sense, more, physics, time, space thing “I hope so.” It was offered with a smile, truthful if faint. So Leia would as best she could, maintain hope, but usually she’d have even the barest of tools for form a plan when things seemed their darkest.
“There’s just a lot that’s impossible to understand- how anyone arrives here at all, or what happens when they leave. Some were dead before they came here.” No one arrived with any predictable pattern, nor left with one, or so it seemed. “There are times- his place has a sort of-” she didn’t know how else to put it. “Sentience.. to it”
She gave a small sort of laugh that was more a huff of her breathe, smile wry. “I promise I’m not just saying this because I’ve forgotten how many times this thing has refilled itself.” She noted of he drink, taking another sip from the bottle she held.