"I thought most people on your planet only believed in one god," she said quizzically at all Sam's talk about scarecrows and tulpas, whatever the hell that meant.

Starbuck picked up the pizza with her oven mitts on, circled round to the oven, opened the door with one hand and popped the thing in. "Now we wait something like fifteen or twenty minutes, I think." She took off the oven mitts and thwaped them down hard on the counter. "And don't think that just because I can use the oven for that means I'm gonna be feeding anyone on a regular basis." She actually could cook - she'd lived on her own at certain points in her life in her apartment - it's just that the food was completely tasteless.