"I'm really glad someone invented pizza." // Welcome to Femllective!
The smell of the pizza garnered a loud growl from the pit of her stomach, the musician’s hunger very apparent now. She knew she had been needing to eat something – anything – after the long day she had gone through, but now she was beginning to feel those hunger pangs. It was hard for her to resist now. Reaching for a slice with a sheepish expression, she folded it in half and took a large bite. Close to half of the piece made it into her mouth, a satisfied hum sounding behind closed lips. Imogen nodded while she chewed her food, waiting until she had swallowed the mouthful before speaking with an enamored tone. “We need to visit their grave, and thank them properly by eating pizza in front of them, don’t you think?”