Just because the Octupple Meat Pizza was crazy meaty, didn't mean that it wasn't a gourmet item. or well, maybe it could be made into one if some of the ingredients were a higher quality. Regardless, what was important was that Rozalin hungered for meat, she didn't feel like going to a steakhouse where she would get looks for ordering her food nearly raw, and the pizza was available and had even been recommended by a certain vampire. It seemed like a good idea nearly half an hour ago.

Still, Rozalin felt some trepidation when she heard the buzzer. She'd never actually eaten pizza before, though she had seen it in some of the films and television shows she had watched on the giant plasma-screen in her living room. But she had a feeling that she was going to mess it up somehow. Peering through the peephole, she confirmed that yes, that was a pizza delivery boy-and an oddly familiar one. Unlocking the door, she gave him the look she reserved for servants and members of the lower classes who has serious business with her. Which was nearly everyone who she had business with. "Well, how much?"