"Yeah, I don't think you'd be able to stop me from strangling it if it really gets on my nerves," she said semi-ominously. "I can't believe the thing is really in a kid's book on Earth...."

She perked up suddenly. "Pizza's probably done." She filled her glass with Sprite this time (not seeming to realize that the leftover root beer in the glass would not make for the best flavor combination) set it down on a table top on her way back to the oven. Donning the grey industrial mitts again, she open the oven, pulled the pizza out and set it on the counter to cool. "That looks done, right?"