"Y-Yeah, I guess so." Phillip tried to get back to work and avoid where this conversation was going. Understanding his emotions, and perhaps even hers, all too well, Ariel sighed as she too continued on with the cooking. It took about maybe an hour or so, but the smell of a freshly baked seafood pizza now lay on a steaming serving tray and rested on the kitchen counter. Grinning excitedly, Phillip went into the living room to wake up Amy, gently shaking her blanket cocoon.