Pizza. Kalinda herself had tried Pizza only once, and that had been when a young man had taken pity on the bruised, battered, dirt covered street urchin who looked like she hadn't bathed in a month, and given her a slice. She wasn't too sure if it had been the pizza that had tasted so good, or the man's generosity and kindness. 

She grabbed some slices, and also piled on some vegetables, knowing the importance of them. They, and milk, had been what Kalinda had often stolen, when she could, although she had struck up some bargains for herself with a grocery, who would give her what he could. More often then not, she had shared it with other homeless children, and more times then that, she had gone to bed hungry to make sure kids had a full belly. 

She looked about after getting the food, and trotted over to where Ju-long had taken Victorique, setting the plates down. [color=f49ac2]"sorry. I would have gotten you something, but onlybhave two hands..."[/color] she felt bad, like she should have asked him what he had wanted.