She flashed him a smile, then bit into her slice of pizza. It was a little old now, but pizza was still good when it sat out for a bit. She didn't mind it. Sometimes she ate it right out of the fridge, the next day or something. Pizza was unique in that it was really good hot, and really good cold. And it went well with beer, which Octavia sipped.
And then he pulled her onto his lap. She straddled his hips, her back to the TV. "No, TV's fine. For a little while, anyway." Because no, she hadn't come all this way just to watch some Night Court reruns. She didn't care that her back was the the TV. she was more interested in him anyway.
She put her hands to either side of his neck. Meeting his eyes, she slid her tongue across her bottom lip, then leaned in to kiss him.