Zach sat on the corner of the bed. "That's strange. Usually you feel cold, or sneeze when you pass through a deceased." He sighed. "I guess you're just special."
Amber shrugged. "I guess so. Sorry about that. Oh, and you're pizza is going to be burned if you don't go and take it out now."
Zach blinked at her and got up and went to check on the pizza. Opening the oven he was attacked with heat. "Eep!" he exclaimed, dropping the oven door open with a clunk. Taking out some oven-mits, he pulled out the oven and put it on the counter. It was a little crispy, but still good. "You're strange Amber. It's only a little crispy."
Amber chuckled and leaned towards Lexi. "No, he mis-read the box and I caught the correct instructions." She leaned back, grinning
Zach stepped out of the kitchen holding the pizza and he set it on the table, a stack of plates right next to it. "Dig in!"














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