"Ok. Don't worry--it's really comfortable," Sif promised.

"Our pizza should be about ready. Let's go check on it." The cheese was bubbling and the crust a rich golden-brown color. Sif deftly took it from the oven and sliced it up.

"Who's hungry?" she asked, serving it. "And, is there anything I can get you two to drink? I have milk, juice... Some soda in the garage fridge... ...something a little stronger for you, Kevin?"