@itakemyselfsupercereal : ☾
“People watch the Oscars without appropriately-themed snacks all the damn time. We’ll just…” Tess skimmed her hand through her tangle of red hair with its clearly brown roots, stooped down in front of the fridge, “… put something together last minute and come up with some convenient gold dust to sprinkle over last night’s leftovers. Very festive.” She surveyed the nearly empty contents of the refrigerator with a scowl. “When I told the kid down the hall to help himself, I didn’t mean to everything.” With a grunt, the shapeshifter straightened, leaning back against the black refrigerator door.
“Well, that’s how it goes,” she panned.
“You win. Delivery it is.”
“Well then, in honor of apparently demanding it be appropriately themed and Ellen hosting the Oscars a few years ago, I say we order some Pizza.” Tandy grinned, quickly searching for the number for the nearest pizza place and trying to mentally calculate how much of what little money she had on hand she could justify spending on food right now. “What do you like on yours?”
