"Oh, this smells fantastic." She slid up onto one of the stools. "Italian. And you said you could only make one thing." "Yeah, I really slaved over this." He turned toward the oven with a flourish and removed a flat pan with... Ehlena burst out laughing. "French-bread pizza." "Only the best for you." "DiGiorno?" "Of course. And I splurged on the supreme kind. I figured you could pick off what you don't like." He used a pair of sterling-silver tongs to transfer the pizzas onto the plates and then put the baking sheet back on the top of the stove. "I have red wine, too." As he came over with the bottle, all she could do was stare up at him and smile. "You know," he said as he poured some into her glass, "I like the way you're looking at me." She put her hands over her face. "I can't help it." "Don't try. It makes me feel taller." "And you're not small to begin with." -Ehlena & Rehv"