[b]“Of course they don’t have underground pizza, why would they? It’s all mainstream pizza these days.”[/b] She frowned and folded her arms in a pout, which did not last long as she dove into a different pizza box to grab a cheesy slice. Her hands folded the ends of the meal together before taking a bite, and she was content though still visibly irked by the missing mac and cheese. Within a matter of minutes the grub had vanished and she downed the soda pop in two swigs like a boss. Petra ate oddly fast for a female but appreciated every bite because in the past she had gone without. This stemmed her OCD about not wasting food to an almost annoying degree.

With those bad memories aside Petra managed to look over to her band mate at the exact moment a slice of meat soared into Matt’s nostril, and she burst out into laughter that made Crocell bark in a startled manner. [b]“You ok there smooth criminal?”[/b] She asked jokingly and watched the goofball return to his seat after a rinse, and scroll though his cell in awe. The sneaky red haired guitarist had been waiting for a victim to sit beside her, and as soon as the vocalist plopped back down to get comfy Petra placed her legs onto his lap. [b]“Rub my feet Matt, they don’t smell much. I promise.”[/b] She placed both thumbs and index fingers together over her head to make a halo, and smiled angelically. It was a rule that only Petra was aware of almost all the time but his mention of Born of Osiris quickly caught her off guard. She arched a brow at Søren’s kooky display for a moment before narrowing her eyes at Matt, contemplating what he had just said. Petra absolutely adored that band and contained all excitement figuring this information too good to be true. [b]“I am eager to know the catch as well.”[/b]