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When; Friday Night June 26th
Rating; PG
Characters; Quinn Sullivan

im_not_alice and Jun Hiiragi

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Summary; Finally after several postponements, Jun comes over to have pizza with Quinn. It's a proven fact that the easiest way to a man's heart is through his stomach...and this girl can cook.
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She'd perfected the perfect pizza dough at age twelve. Rising enough that the crust was soft enough around the edges but not soggy beneath it. Not that she often took the time to actually make it since buying one at the local pizzeria was so much easier than making her own from scratch. Here in the City though, pizza was hard to come by. She didn't really have a choice but to make the dough and sauce herself.

Truthfully she had spent most of her time since childhood recreating receipes for everything from candy to eyeshadow. Pizza was akin to boiling water but when a good pizza was scarce, Quinn knew it was up to her to make it herself.

During the curse weekend, Quinn had gotten in a discussion with the boy she'd been handcuffed to about american foods. She knew she'd be making him eat one of her pizzas the moment she'd mentioned that her favorite pizza was canadian bacon and pineapple. What was with people finding pineapple on their pizza such a gross concept?

She'd run into him again last weekend before the storm got too bad and had made a date for earlier that week. Several times they'd had to reschedule due to Uta not being her...usual self. She'd come down with something similar to Ruari, but both of them were back to normal and the date they'd made for pizza, was finally back on.

Lifting the edge of the towel she'd placed over the dough as it rose, Quinn was ready to attempt to convince yet another person that there was no better pizza than canadian bacon and pineapple.

Someday there would be someone besides Cailyn that agreed with her.

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Jun was quite glad things were going back to normal. Atleast as normal as they could be in the City. It was nice to get a break so he could actually spend time with other people than just Uta and his brother.

It was much like his relationship with Kagami. The two had been handcuffed together during a curse, and the fact that she shared the same family name as him made him curious about her. But just as he was starting to feel for her, she vanished from the City. Jun would blame it on his bad luck. He never had luck when it came to women. They either said he wasn't their type, just wanted to remain friends, were interested in his brother, or flat out rejected him. That wasn't good for the boy's confidence.

He hoped today would go alright. Quinn said she could cook.. and Jun loved food. Hopefully she was a better cook than Yuuki though. As much as he was head over heels for her, he couldn't stomach her food but didn't have the heart to tell her.

The purple haired boy made his way to Quinn's apartment, then knocked on the door when he arrived.

She was just about to pull the dough from the bowl when she'd heard the knock at the door. Placing the towel back over the bowl, covering the pizza dough back up, Quinn walked out of the kitchen. Moving to the hallway, she reached for the door and smiled as Jun appeared within her view.

“You made it! Come in.”

Moving aside to let him in, Quinn shut the door behind him before leading him for the kitchen. Heading straight for the fridge, Quinn began filling her arms with a large assortment of various containers of different sizes. “I figured that since part of the fun of making a pizza from scratch is actually getting to make what you want, that maybe you'd enjoy that too.”

One by one, Quinn placed the containers down on the counter in front of Jun.”Pepperoni, green peppers, onions, sausage, black olives, green olives, pineapple, mushrooms, canadian bacon and homemade pizza sauce. I don't think I forgot anything.”

Looking up a little embarrassed, Quinn pulled the towel off the dough. The bowl was filled to the top with enough dough for about eight different pizza's. “I thought we could make a few extras and hand out leftovers.”

As soon as she laid out those toppings, Jun had to keep himself from drooling. "Oh man, this is gonna be the best pizza ever!" He grinned and looked over at the dough. "Hey, I don't mind leftovers at all!"

Opening one of the drawers, Quinn pulled out a rolling pin from within it and set it on the counter. “You can eat eight pizza's on your own?” she laughed, removing the dough from the bowl. Taking a knife, she carefully sliced the dough into eight even pieces. Rolling each of them into their own ball before placing them back into the bowl.

“Can't you think of anyone who would love to have some pizza delivered to them?” she asked, sprinkling a little bit of flour onto the counter before putting down one of the balls of dough on top of it. Picking up the rolling pin, Quinn flattened the dough into the recognizable shape. “I can think of several people who would love one.”

“But first we'll start with the important one,” she said, placing the dough on the pizza pan. “Do you want to put the sauce on?”

"Oh, no. I can't. Not at once, atleast." Jun rubbed his chin, "I can give some to my friends. I'm sure they'd like it."

He was a bit surprised she asked him to help her with the pizza. Jun wasn't a bad cook or anything (since he had to make dinner and what not for Hiiragi, Carl, and himself because neither could cook and last time Hiiragi tried cooking, the microwave exploded), he just wasn't all that confident about it. But hey, if he could learn how to make pizza on his own, that'd be pretty awesome.

He smiled and walked over to her, looking optimistic. "Sure! I can try."

Grabbing the container of sauce she'd made earlier in the day, Quinn pulled the lid off of it and placed the container back on the counter in front of Jun. Handing him a large spoon, she wasn't sure if he needed directions or not.

"Just start with a few spoonfuls of it," she offered, placing the towel back over the bowl of dough so it didn't dry out as the worked. "We can always add more if it's needed."

"You seemed to know a lot about American foods? Have you been there before?"

Jun scooped out a few spoon fulls of sauce then started spreading it around the dough. "Yeah, I was there for a little bit before I came here but I studied abroad in England for 5 years."

"Five years?" Quinn was surprised to hear that. She'd never moved away from her small town in Minnesota in her fifteen years. The several months she'd spent between there and Caislean didn't count since home was still the house that had her mother and brother in it. "You weren't by yourself, were you?"

Moving away from the counter, Quinn opened the fridge and removed the cheese from it. "I think that looks good. If you want to put the cheese on, I'll roll out another crust."

"Of course not. I was with my butler." He smiled, thinking of Sebaston. Jun was grateful to the man. He'd been more of a parent than his own mother.

"Oh, sure! I can do that." He added.

"Your butler," she deadpanned, pausing in the middle of rolling out the crust. He had a butler. Seriously had a butler. "You seriously have a butler?"

Shaking her head, she really just couldn't see it. "You don't seem the type to have a butler. What do your parents do?" Okay,maybe that was a bit rude. "If you don't mind me asking. Really. Feel free to tell me it's none of my business."

"Yeah, remember I told you about him before?" He blinked. "My mom is a fashion designer. She lives in France. ... Her clothes are really weird."

"I don't think I knew that. I swear I would have remembered that." A fashion designer? That was unbelievable. Cailyn loved to sew and fabrics were one of her favorite things in the world. She practically dressed Quinn on a daily basis with the things she made for her. And to live in FRANCE! That must be amazing! But...Jun lived in Japan. Suddenly things didn't seem quite as exciting anymore. "She lives in France? Do you see her often?"

"Oh, well. Yeah. I got a butler. He's pretty awesome." He smiled, despite having to talk about his mother. "She comes to visit occasionally.."

"Just occasionally?" Quinn couldn't help thinking that sounded so...lonely. A butler would be nice and all, but family. Why couldn't families ever be normal these days? "What about your father? Do you see him often? Or is it just you and your brother?"

"She favors my brother so it doesn't really matter." The smile faded. "I don't remember my father. It was just me and my brother when I returned to Japan but we went our seperate ways again."

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