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."