"Pizza, the food of the gods," Cece agreed with a decisive nod before going back in for another slice. She motioned for the nearest waitress and mimed--mouth full of grease, cheese, crust and sauce--that they'd be needing another cup for the pitcher and a water in the universal language known to all mothers of small children, friends of drunk people and waiters.
She washed the over-large bite she'd taken with a sip from her beer glass and shot him a decidedly sadder smile than was normal for her. "Yeah, I know." She hadn't known him particularly well, but her aunt had immediately made friends with every witch and enchanter on the island from the moment they set toe on it, so she was at least familiar with the man. "Sorry," she added. That was what people said in these situations, right?
"Right, the important things." She took another bite, shaking her head fervently at his next question. "Nuh uh, that's the price you pay for pizza, man." She was mostly joking.