Scarlet glanced at Wolf. He was looking at her hands, which were cutting a tomato. She offered him a slice, which he quickly swallowed.

Scarlet laughed. She kissed his cheek and turned aroud to get the flour.

"You've never had a pizza before?"

Wolf shrugged. "I haven't eaten a lot of things. That's why I have you, right?"

Scarlet chuckled and glanced up aat him. "I guess so. I may be French, but I know how to make a good pizza."

She preheated the oven, and plopped the dough onto a floured surface. She streached it into a rectangle- "I'm not good at making circles"- she explained. Wolf watched with interest as she scattere the tomatoes onto the dough, then covering that with cheese.

"Do you want any toppings?"

Wolf shrugged. "You're the chef."

Scarlet grinned. "Of course."

She then proceeded to get anything that could be a topping.

She took some cooked chicken, parsley, different types of cheese, olives, and scattered those evenly onto the cheese.

"Now I have to bake it."

She popped it into the oven, and sat across the table from Wolf.

Wolf's green eyes sparkled with something Scarlet could only describe as love.

He cupped her chin in both hands and kissed her softly. Scarlet squeezed her eyes shut, trying to memorize the moment.

The second they broke apart, they heard stomping, along with a sweet giggle, when the door burst open.

Thorne stood there with his usual cocky grin, arm wrapped around Cress's shoulders.

"I smelled pizza."

"Oh, we didn't inturrupt anything here, did we?" a wide eyed Cress asked, with a hint of a smile.

"Of course not," Scarlet smiled at the younger girl.

Wolf smiled slightly,"Have you had pizza before, Cress?"