"Home sweet home," Eric announced, unlocking the door.

"How sweet, is that available stitched on a pillow somewhere?"

"Sorry – I ditched Home Ec."

"Oooh, what a rebel you were! Rebel with a perm..."

"Hey – we've been over this. Hu-mid-i-ty. Humidity."

"Whatever, just order the pizza, but careful with the phone – wouldn't want you to squash your delicate ringlets."

"Payback," he glared,"Payback is coming." Grabbing the phone, he pressed '2.'

"The pizza man's on speed dial?"

"I told you I ditched Home Ec," he whispered. "Hi, yeah, I'd like a medium...," Hart coughed,"...large cheese pizza. Yeah, thanks." Hanging up the phone he shrugged,"It'll be here in 20."

"Damn fast. Special G-Man priveleges?"

"I'm a repeat customer – I keep the pizza economy thriving."

"And yet you manage to keep this nice, trim figure," she slapped his butt.

"Hey, hey, I thought this area was off limits."

"Well if you want to play by the rules..."

"Nevermind," he cut her off, pulling her to him. "I'm the rebel, remember?" She smirked and leaned back.

"He's a rebel and he'll never never be any goooood, he's a rebel 'cause he never never does what he should. Just because he doesn't do what...," he cut her off, clamping his hand over her mouth.

"Thank god that wasn't your talent."

"Yeah, I bet you're really glad that I can beat the crap out of you instead."

"Payback, I swear, payback is coming." The doorbell interrupted his glare.

"Pizza first, payback later," reaching into his back pocket, she grabbed his wallet and hurried to the door.

Pulling the door open, Hart stopped in her tracks, and cringed,"Uh, are you the pizza..." Man? Woman? "...deliverer?"

"Yesh, I'm Josh."

"Joooooosh," she nodded in understanding,"Riiiiight."

"Well that'll be 13.99, pretty lady."

"Um," she flipped through the wallet, "Do you have change for a twenty?"

"Sure, I've got change, I keep my change right here," he padded his belt.

"Well ok," she handed over the twenty,"Then you can just uh, keep the change. Have a nice day!" Grabbing the pizza with one hand, she shoved the door closed with her foot. "Matthews – have no further fears about me running away with the pizza man."

"Even if he was the last man on earth?"

"Do you really think he falls under the 'man' category?"

"Ouch – tough standards there Hart."

"Be nice – I'm in possession of the pizza."

"I can be nice, I can be very nice," he looked up at her from the couch, tugging at the bottom of her shirt.

"Eeeeeeric," she smirked,"We just got pizza."

"I for one don't mind cold pizza, how 'bout you?" He pulled her into a deep kiss.

"Nope," she mumbled, her lips numb,"Cold pizza sounds good. Cold pizza sounds very good."