[B]Gratia Mindaro - "Dei Tour" (I swear to fucking God Fiordilatte you will fucking pay for this bullshit ass pun)[/B]

"[color=66CD00]No.[/color]"

She was busy eating a pizza. Slowly. Savouring the flavour of the cheese (thank fuck that it wasn't Mozzarella because the shithead would never have stopped mocking her for it) and enjoying the light tang of the sauce. As well as the garlic and anchovies. Gratia wasn't exactly the greatest fan of pizzas, but she would always be willing to consume the pastry dish if it was offered to her. Wasting food was a sin after all, and honestly she actually did like eating cheese, for all her constant jabs at Fiordilatte for being a "fucking cheese-eater".

Unless it was mozzarella. Fuck mozzarella.

"[color=66CD00]Proposition me when I'm not eating,[/color]" she added, swallowing an olive that she had plucked off the surface of the pizza.

One slice down. Seven more to go.

And the caesar salad.

Why some fancy shit like a salad was being eaten with a pizza she had no idea.

Still, it was food.