They ended up in Weiss's room again; a slightly less dusty, less crooked, less personal version of Weiss's room. Or, Blake supposed, it was also where she slept, so it could, possibly, be their room. It didn't feel like home, though, so Blake supposed she'd still call it Weiss's room.
Weiss plopped Blake on the bed. She went away to close the door. She wiped her face on her sleeve and once her eyes were dry she managed to smile again. She put Blake on their- her bed and grabbed Blake's forearms to flail around.
"'Sing a song of sixpence'," Weiss sang. "'A pocket full of rye'." Weiss moved Blake's hands in small circles, between them.
"'Four and twenty Blakeys' Blaked in a pie," Weiss continued, her voice a little louder and more confident, "'When the pie was opened, the Blakes began to sing'."
Weiss flopped Blake's arms around. "'Wasn't that a Blakey dish to serve before the Schnee'?"
Weiss looked at Blake expectantly.
Blake blinked. Weiss continued to stare.
Blake cleared her throat. "i'm going to be a pie?" she deadpanned.
"Oh, Blakey," Weiss said, "You're already a pie." Weiss smiled and jumped up and down on her knees. She put both her hands on Blake's shoulder and looked her in the eyes. "A cutie pie!"
Blake looked at the ground and suppressed a blush. Weiss hugged Blake's head and rubbed Blake's hair.
"I wonder if I can steal a laundry basket? It can be the pie tin, and then we can bake a Blakey pie for reals."
Blake puffed out her cheek.
"I guess though," Weiss said, "In the absence of a proper pie tin, you could be a pizza pie! Let me set it up!"
Weiss released Blake's head and picked her up and deposited her on the comfy chair. Weiss then pulled the blanket off her bed and spread it on the floor. The blanket was fancy, but it was still shaped like a regular blanket; a rectangle, so Weiss had to bunch up the edges until it was a circle.
While Weiss worked, she sang the second verse of the song, about how her mother was working on their family finances and her father was eating bread and honey and something about a maid.
Weiss took some throw pillows off the chairs to be various toppings. Weiss decided they were the tomato slices. Blake did not disapprove.
"And now for the most important part," Weiss ran over and picked up Blake by the torso. "What topping do you want to be? The pepperoni?"
Blake frowned.
"The green peppers?"
Blake stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"Oooh ooh, I know! You can be the anchovy!"
Blake blinked. After a while, she smiled, slightly, for a moment.
"Yay!" Weiss said. She gently lay Blake on her back on the pillow pizza. Blake splayed her arms out, but Weiss positioned them against her sides. "Fish don't have arms, Blake!" Weiss explained.
Weiss also made sure that Blake's head rested on a pillow, and she patted Blake's limbs and stomach after she was done.
"Looks good, Blake!" Weiss said, "You're the yummiest anchovy I've ever seen." Weiss pretended to nibble on Blake's stomach.
"And I can be the cheese!"
Weiss carefully flopped on top of Blake, perpendicularly. She was heavier than Blake thought she would be, and slightly colder.
They lay there, with only Weiss making the occasional giggle.
Weiss then stood up. "I forgot that we need to cook, Blake, or the pizza could have salmonella in it. And that's no fun Blake, having salmonella poisoning! That's no fun at all."
Weiss tugged on one end of the blanket and dragged Blake and the pillows to the door. "Here, let's go find a place to bake, Blake!"
The blanket sled slid silently along the polished floor. It wasn't completely unfun. Blake did not, however, hold her arms out or say 'wheee'. Not even after Weiss demonstrated how one was supposed to enjoy a blanket sled.
The room they ended up in was down the halls, so Blake got to ride on the blanket for a couple minutes. They only encountered one maid, who looked at them incredulously but remained silent. Weiss waved. Blake made eye contact, briefly.
"Okay, how 'bout this room, Blakey?" Weiss pontificated to a doorway a edge of a hall. "It's where we store all our old clothes, so it should be big and empty enough for our purposes."
Weiss flipped on the lights to a big and empty enough room. The walk-in closet had no windows, but there were three full-length standing mirrors, so the single fluorescent light was enough to light up the room. It was also an armory of coats, mostly white and brown. Coats and formal attire. A few hats. A wall of scarfs. A jewelry box and a drawer of ties.
Weiss pulled them all the way into the room and closed the door. She turned to Blake. "Mom always says that Faunus have to cook in the back of the oven, but we can be wherever you like, Blakey," Weiss said. Blake blinked.
Blake pointed to the fur coats. They looked soft.
Weiss dragged Blake and set up the fake pizza on a pile of coats. After she finished, she took a short running start and jumped, landing right next to Blake. Blake only flinched a little.
Weiss eventually stopped giggling and took to her role. They lay there for a while, as a pizza.
At some point, the door opened.
"Oh, Ms Schnee." said one of the weekend maids- the tall one, "I hope I'm not interrupting something." The maid smirked horribly.
"And I hate to take you... out of the closet," the maid smirked more, "But I was instructed to bring you and 'the Faunus' down for breakfast."
"We can't," Weiss said, not looking up, "We're pizzas."
Blake turned to Weiss and pouted. She tapped her stomach.
Weiss's mouth wobbled. "Well okay, if you're hungry." Weiss rubbed Blake's head.
Weiss sat up and stretched a little and turned to the maid. "Ooh ooh, do we have breakfast pizzas?"
The maid's face flattened. "We do not."
"Awww."