Prompt: Wolflet - Pizza
It smelled simultaneously like tomatoes and very, very not like tomatoes. Wolf wasn't quite sure what to make of the flat, steaming pancake of a thing that Thorne had just presented him with. Scarlet, crammed into the cramped booth next to him looked at him expectantly over her own serving of the…whatever it was.
"So…what's this?" The heavy scent of grease hung in his nostrils, mingled with the familiar odors of cheese and tomato, but muddled by a few herbs he didn't recognize and a meaty, peppery scent he couldn't identify. It tickled his nose, enticing in its richness, but more overpowering than most of the rustic foods Scarlet favored or the cheap café food he'd sampled in France. He'd tried a lot—a lot— of new foods since the Rampion had left Luna, but this one was definitely…unique. Not necessarily in a good way.
"The best thing you'll ever taste." Thorne replied matter-of-factly around a mouthful of the stuff. Wolf wrinkled his nose and Scarlet laughed, both at him and at Cress, who was looking askance at her own plate and poking gingerly at its contents with a fork.
"It's pizza. Dough, cheese, pepperoni…tomatoes." Scarlet grinned on that word, waggling her eyebrows as she picked a pepperoni off her own slice and popped it into her mouth. "You'll like it."
Wolf huffed a skeptical sigh, but scooped the slice up in one massive palm, holding it at eye level for a final inspection. It left a great splotch of grease on the plate's wax paper liner and Wolf raised a brow, wondering briefly why they'd ruined perfectly good tomatoes for a dish that was obviously hazardous to the health. Still…Scarlet appreciated when he tried new foods. So, for Scarlet.
He lifted it to his lips and nipped off an experimental bite. Flavor exploded on his tongue. Hot, gooey cheese, spicy pepperoni, soft, yeasty dough, and bright, tangy tomato sauce, all in perfect counter-point to one another. He gulped it hastily down, eyes going wide as he stared at what he now knew to be a heavenly concoction. So maybe it wasn't as bad he thought it would be. All he knew now was that he needed more. Possibly the shop's entire stock. He took another bite, this time shoving half the slice into his jaws. There was a sudden flash from the seat next to him and he turned—still holding his pizza to his lips—to find Scarlet grinning at her port's screen. More accurately, at the photo of Wolf staring blissfully at a slice of pepperoni pizza that filled the screen. She looked up at his stare and her smiled widened as she reached up to thumb away a string of mozzarella that was clinging to his stubble.
"It's going on the wall when we get back to France. You're cute when you're in love."
Wolf swallowed his mouthful and smiled back just as brightly. "You would know."