So salt had a chemical purpose. It was nice to know and she couldn't wait until she shoved it in her aunts' faces. JUST because she wasn't part of the older group it didn't mean she couldn't handle the in depth stuff. Beverly could bet a hundred Galleons she was smarter than Peyton AND Yvanna put together. Pfft.

For now, it was time to FINALLY roll the dough. Of course she was going to go with the thicker crust option, and that's exactly was she was going to do next. Hopefully all the talking ceased and they could work on their pizza. It was an art of sorts. An art of food. Yeah, that sounded about right.

Kneading the dough and working the edges out for that thicker crust, Beverly grabbed a fork and gently poked the dough several times. She made sure to not make any huge gaping holes. It'd be terribly if the pepperoni ended up falling through, though that was a silly idea. Beverly was clever, not stupid.

Once the dough resemble a circle it was drizzled with olive oil and garlic salt. The Slytherin was taking this art seriously. It HAD to be perfection. How embarrassing would it be to have made a foul pizza? That would be blasphemy in the girl's book. The seasoning was followed by a layer of sauce and half a cup of cheese, then a bit of oregano, and last but not least, pepperoni. Extra pepperoni.

Toothpick in the center, one name and one name only: Beverly Wayne. She ALMOST added 'Do not touch' but decided against it. She'd simply snap at whomever attempted to devour her pizza.