"No it isn't. I'll never be able to eat pizza again."
Emily looked at Hanna.
Hanna turned to face Emily.
"Come on you know that looks like a flattened pizza in the street."
Emily looked at the dress.
"I guess it kind of does."
Emily couldn't see it. The dress wasn't even the right color to be even remotely pizza looking but Hanna kept talking about pizza.
"I'm hungry. I need a grilled cheese sandwich."
"Good idea. Want to call the others?"
Hanna shook her head.
"No I just want to eat and go to bed with that romance novel I've been dying to read."