Cooking with Gas

[Will Stanton]

The unlabeled, unmarked package had been bounced around campus by the internal mail system, as various departments had decided they did not want to deal with it.

It was currently sitting at the loading dock for the cafeteria, amongst the rest of the day's deliveries.

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[Narrator]

A few hours later, the cafeteria was full in motion. In the hubbub, one of the cooks grabbed the nearest dough he could find, fresh from that day's deliveries, and begin quickly flattening it out, too distracted to notice anything amiss. A healthy dollop of sauce, some pepperoni and green peppers also didn't exactly help with easy identification, and it's not like the dining hall was filled with telepaths or anything. Why would it be?

About fifteen minutes later, a piping hot pizza was slid into a box and closed, into the hands of one anxiously awaiting princess entirely normal girl. She couldn't be kept waiting, after all. She had a hot date important meeting with a friend.