Pizza
"I'm going out for a jog," Sydney announced, putting on her trainers. "Have fun at home, you guys." The last part was said with a slight smirk as she opened the door. Weiss noticed it, and grinned back.
"She thinks we'll get up to no good," he told Nadia as Sydney left the house.
"Well, will we?" Nadia asked playfully, turning down the volume of the TV.
Weiss shrugged, managing to look both awkward and teasing. "I don't know. I mean, we do have the whole house to ourselves."
Nadia smiled slowly. Weiss grinned, recognising her expression. "Or we could just order pizza."
She wrinkled her nose. "I never said this to you, but I hate pizza."
He froze. "You're kidding me," he exclaimed, mouth agape. "You hate pizza. No way. Nobody could possibly hate pizza. Come on, it's all the oily goodness you could want on a piece of crispy dough. What's to hate about it?"
Nadia shrugged. "I don't know, I just never liked it. What do you see in it, exactly?"
"It's greasy goodness!" he exclaimed, jumping up from the sofa. "That's it. I'm ordering pizza, and I'll make sure you like it."
"Weiss," she complained, but couldn't keep the smile from her face. Like it or not, it seemed that they were going to get pizza.
The deliveryman arrived at the door just a few minutes later, and Nadia couldn't help but appreciate the good service, if nothing else. Weiss paid – without a tip, Nadia noticed – and carried the pizza back to the sofa.
"Now," he said, waving a slice of it in Nadia's face. "What's not to like?"
"The pineapple," she decided, raising an eyebrow and wondering what he was going to do next. The thing she loved about Weiss was that he was always so unpredictable, but managed to make the stupidest of stunts extremely fun.
Weiss grinned, as if he'd read her mind. "I can take care of that problem," he said easily, and waved his hands over the slice a few times. Nadia saw him do a slight-of-hand trick, even saw the strange twists his wrist gave, but had no idea what exactly he'd done. When she next looked, though, all the pineapple chunks were gone from the slice of pizza.
"Come on," Weiss urged. "You have to eat this now, after a magic trick as good as that."
She giggled. "I guess, but..." Teasing, more relaxed than she'd felt in days, Nadia smiled slowly. "The ham does get on my nerves, too. Are you gonna make those disappear?"
"No, because you see, I like those," Weiss replied. As if to demonstrate, he picked all the ham pieces off the piece of pizza, popping them into his mouth. He grinned, ham squeezing out from between his teeth.
"That's disgusting, Weiss," she told him in a mock-serious voice. "And do you realize something?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What?"
"That was a slice of Hawaiian pizza. There's nothing but ham and pineapple. I think we just got rid of the only things that make it a slice of pizza." She grinned.
"Well, at least now you'll like it more," he reasoned, waving it in front of her face again. "Come on now. Take a bite."
She rolled her eyes, but there was no way out of this situation. "Only one, though," she warned him as she bit down.
He watched her as she chewed. "Well?"
Nadia smiled slowly. "It's not so bad, I guess."
"It's never bad," Weiss replied, feeding her more of it. "You just have to have the right ingredients, if you know what I mean."
She did.