A/N: Soo... yeah. Some of these got a little carried away in the word-count department. *shakes fist at words* But alas. I'm too weak and easily-falling-in-love-ish to cut or start over in a different direction. And so, I hope you like them anyway, my AusLee. Because I sure like you. (Or love, whichever. Ya know.)
More thanks than I or anything can ever say for being sweeter than pie, and awesomely you.
And thank you, Lisa (not you, Ollie, the other one :P) for prereading and just generally being lovely.
Prompt - Joy
Disclaimer: I own neither pie nor Twilight. Weep for me.
"What are you doing?"
I peer up at him, staring at me over the coffee table we're dining on. "What?"
"You don't like pepperoni?" The easy-going happy seems to drain from his face instantly.
"I love pepperoni."
I long to say duh, but that seems mildly harsh.
"Then why are you picking them off your pizza?"
"Why not?"
"Look, I know I didn't actually make this pizza, but still. I feel wounded and hurt in sympathy for it."
"Why?"
"Because you're picking the poor thing apart!"
"I pull the pepperoni off and eat it first. Cause it's best by itself."
