Location: Suki's House
Status: OPEN (0/5)
Suki had dramatically underestimated how much flour one person could accidentally launch into their own kitchen.
At some point in the last twenty minutes, her house had transformed from cozy Friday night pizza-making plans into something that looked vaguely like a low-budget cooking show filmed during a natural disaster. Open containers of toppings crowded the counter, music played softly from a speaker near the sink, and there was now suspiciously enough shredded cheese on the floor to classify as a safety hazard.
Honestly?
She was having the time of her life.
“Okay, first of all,” The tiny brunette announced from across the kitchen, holding up flour-covered hands like she was presenting evidence in court, “these make-your-own pizza kits are psychologically manipulative.”
The boxes from Pizza Thyme sat open across the counter, dough partially rolled out in uneven circles that absolutely would not be surviving any kind of professional inspection.
“They market it like a wholesome bonding activity,” Suki continued, narrowing her eyes at the lopsided crust in front of her, “but what it actually is… is arts and crafts for hungry adults.”
She pointed accusingly toward the pizza dough.
“And this thing knows I’m weak.”
The kitchen smelled like garlic, tomato sauce, and baked dough already warming in the oven, the entire house wrapped in soft Friday-night comfort. Fairy lights along the windows cast warm golden light across the room while the occasional sound of passing cars drifted faintly in through the cracked kitchen window.
Suki brushed loose hair out of her face with the back of her wrist immediately forgetting there was flour there, accidentally making the situation worse.
“Perfect.” She deadpanned. “Now I look like I lost a fight with a bakery.”
Then she glanced toward the other person in the kitchen, grin returning instantly.
“Okay, serious question before we continue.” She leaned against the counter dramatically. “Are we making normal pizzas tonight…”
She let the tension linger in the air for a moment.
“Or are we emotionally spiraling and putting chaotic toppings on these because nobody can stop us and I lowkey - highkey - want dino nuggies as a topping?”
