Well, the food was good. Of course Chicago-style pizza tasted good in Chicago. Phoebe might just keep the teleportation spell, but adjust it to a pizza place. She took a bite of the supposed "Italian-style" pizza. Not nearly as good as the Chicago-style ones. She pushed that slice away for now and munched on the others. 

Suddenly Phoebe felt a change in the breeze. She turned to see someone sitting next to her--a well-dressed executive type in a tan suit. She seemed way too dressed up to be one of the heroes here. Maybe a caterer, or an "undercover" journalist trying to get interviews out of the shy types. Phoebe swallowed and adjusted her to chair to face hers. Phoebe wasn't on good terms with the media; she tended to get so nervous that she ruined the whole interview, or cause something freaky to happen. She [i]really[/i] preferred the email-interviews. Heck, even Skype was better, since technically they weren't face to face. 

Still, the lady was doing a good job. She refrained from asking any obvious interview-y questions, and instead asked about the quality of pizza. Phoebe nodded, "The Chicago-style is great, but the Italian could use some work." She responded. Phoebe bit her lip, then added a shaky introduction, "I'm Belladonna, Austin, Texas based hero. Well, witch, really. I'm a magic user."