It had taken years of experiment for Murasakibara to discover the secret of the perfect pizza crust. Too many recipes differed: some used sugar, some varied in temperature, or how long the dough should rise. But what he'd found was that none of that mattered.
As long as his ingredients were fresh and his toppings matched his mood, the pizza crust was perfect as long as he ate it in good company.
"Another slice?" Himuro asked.
Murasakibara swallowed a bite and gave him a withering glare.
"You're right, stupid question," Himuro laughed and plated another piece for each of them.