Starbuck had her bottom lip stuck out an sort of apology. Grumpy it was, then. "Well, what do you want on your pizza? That guy John was showing me the ingredients last time I was here, and they pretty much have everything under the sun." Including pineapple, which she didn't get. "Looks like Sam's in charge of the sauce, so... oh, and we need cheese. Where's the cheese?" She glanced around.