Uggs? What in the world were Uggs? Was that not a sound that a person made when they were disgusted? So why would she want this thing?

Her train of thought was derailed as Vincent took a bite out of the pizza. Pizza, on the other hand, was something that Rayleigh was incredibly familiar with. Vince had cooked it for her, and the entire Tarot Hierarchy, on various occasions. He had assured them that it was a delicacy on Earth, and she was eager to try the real deal. Her excitement only mounted as he offered her the box, and the scent of grease and heaven wafted upward. She eased out a piece for herself, but faltered; there was something unsettling about the fact that this pizza was still warm.

“Wait,” Ray began, frowning up at her friend as he chowed down. “How long has it been since you left Earth?”

“Long time,” he answered between bites.

The brunette eyed her slice warily. The cheese that slowly oozed over her fingers was piping hot, and incredibly appetizing. And that was what concerned her. “Pizza that’s been sitting around here for a long time shouldn’t be hot,” she stated, matter-of-factly. Yet the piece before her was evidence to the contrary. “Unless your Earth pizza is special, something is wrong here.”

Grudgingly, Rayleigh let the pizza drop to the counter, watching the strings of cheese wobble like grimey spider silk. As if in protest, her stomach gave a low rumble - how long had it been since they had last eaten?

“Is there a chance someone else has been in here?” she asked suddenly, glancing up from the pile o’pizza still steaming where she had left it. “And someone had just bought the pizza, and left it here, when we showed up?” As soon as the words left her lips, they drew into a thin, white line. Rayleigh recognized it was a silly suggestion, but she could think of no other explanation in the moment. As such, she feebly added, “Or something.”