At the last second, Cece was able to pull her feet out from under where Tori was about to sit; she'd been lounging nearly on her back, knees propped up on the couch, contemplating the ceiling. If she stood up on the couch and jumped, she could probably reach with her hands and stick herself onto the surface, pull herself up, and hang for a while from just her feet...but that was so much effort at the moment. All she wanted to do was eat pizza, watch an awesome movie, and cuddle with her girlfriends, which wasn't exactly a tall order. As much as she was excited and enthusiastic about the mission the next day, all she could think about was how much work it was going to be, and how much she wanted to sleep for a few days before she had to go out and tackle whatever amazingly awesome and impossibly difficult task that the Centurions and staff were setting up for the students.
"Get mega meat pizza," Cece instructed, holding her feet in the air for one last hopeless moment before she stretched out and crossed her legs quite claimingly across Tori's lap. "Pepperoni, sausage, bacon, chicken, meatballs...also, I vote mushrooms and olives because they make everything better. And stuffed cheesy bread. And cinnamon rolls." Did they want to get delicious extras? Of course they did, her tone scoffingly implied. As though anyone had to ask such a thing. "Orange soda? Ginger ale? Ugh, I wish we had Vernors here." Cece sighed loudly. "The ginger ale here is so inferior."