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Originally Posted by Team ronmione  Ok. Good. Tag didn't have to roll it out. He was usually pretty bad at that part, always rolling out the ingredient too thin. So he did just what Hadley had said. Once he thought his dough was good and ready he got his spoon and threw the sauce all over the dough, spreading it out evenly with the back of it.
Eventually he figured the sauce was well enough so he started adding the toppings. Starting with that half a cup of cheese that he sprinkled everywhere. Actually that's all he was gonna have. He didn't feel like adding anything else so he put even more cheese so it could be extra good. Then finished it off with that oregano. An that toothpick with his name.
The blonde every now and then looked up and saw that Lottie was working with that slytherin idiot. Not only was he an idiot in general, he was acting even more of an idiot and being annoying and obnoxious. See, this is why Lottie should've worked with her favorite gryffindors. Not sorry.
Seriously, the guy was annoying. Sooooo Tag got a couple of black olives and tossed them at the back of his head. That should shut him up. Honestly.
Anyway, could they put it in the oven themselves or were they going to have to wait? Nope. Tag wasn't going to wait, he went over to the oven and carefully placed his pizza inside it. Quote:
Originally Posted by Lockhartian Carefully watching Lex, just in case. It better work, because Grayson had given up his dough for her. Not that it mattered to Lottie, really, but still.
Seriously, Mr. Whitlock? Lottie smiled, "Several times," and added a wink because WHY NOT, right? It was entirely and completely the TRUTH, now the wink was a bit unnecessary but, you know, there's a certain something about Slytherins that make it all so casual. Except Theodore Kinsley.
"Excellent!" See, they were getting along so well, except... yo, how about NO? Yes to extra cheese, but no to mushrooms. "No mushrooms. On my side, anyway. Extra cheese is fine." Nod, nod, nod. Didn't matter that she sounded a bit bossy, aaaaactually, because she wanted no mushrooms. She still gave him an encouraging smile.
So, she was watching him spread the sauce around, and at one point actually guided his hand with her own, sorry, it has to be perfect. Until...
...well, that was interesting.
VERY INTERESTING.
Oh, sweet Merlin. She started to laugh. Clearly, that was the best possible reaction, because... WHAT EVEN? That was not exactly appropriate.
She would have joined in the singing, but she only sang with two people, and no, Grayson, you're not one of those two. That didn't mean she couldn't hum along with him, though. So, she did that. And added a biiiit more of cheese just because. Her smile still in place as she shook her head. Unbelievable. He could've chosen any other song. But nooooo.
Also, nooooo mushrooms, remember that. And no olives either.
Where did those olives come from, by the way? The ones that almost hit her??? Thank you, for that, but we don't want anyone else's toppings. The next time anyone called Grayson Whitlock dumb or a bad decision maker, he was going to point them to this moment right here. Why? Because he had chosen a GOOD partner. Someone who KNEW what she was doing and wasn't likely to start a fire. "Looks like I picked wisely." Not that he had much of a choice buuuuuuuuut he was going to go along with this train of thought.
Oh. IF somebody started a fire, this Slytherin wouldn't have any complaints. Juuuuuuuuuuust saying.
No to mushrooms? "Gotcha," Grayson nodded and started spreading mushroom on HIS side of the pizza, which was going to be half of the pizza. And if Lex messed up her pizza, she'd better like mushrooms too. Since new girl said yes to extra cheese, the boy grabbed some of the cheese and started spreading that aaaaaaaaaall the way arouuuuuuuuuund the pizza.
He hadn't minded the guiding around, just like he hoped she hadn't minded the singing. He might have even smirked when she started laughing -- because the girl wasn't laughing at HIM, of course -- and even singing and was about to wink at her when.....................
.......................... olives. It was raining olives.
What in the name of merlin?!
"OW!" he whispered loudly, rubbing the back of his head where a particularly large olive had hit it. Turning around, he scanned the room for the source of the olive pelting but........ found nothing there. Or no-one there. Because it was from a PERSON. Uh huh. Didn't people know not to waste their food? And, to prove a point, Grayson picked up a stray olive that had landed on the pizza and popped it into his mouth. THEN, he looked around at people again. Watchin you, haters.
Speaking of pizza, weren't they a little behind? HMMMMMMMM? The fourth year turned around again and picked up the pizza. "Off to the oven it goes!" And he went. To the oven. To put it in there using that very large pizza spatula. This was done carefully, of course, because the last thing he wanted to do was burn anything. And the pizza had to turn out to be perfect, mkay?
And new girl could clean up. IF she wanted.
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