"I am rather, yes." Leo looked a bit embarrassed. "It's nothing very special, I'm afraid." He bent to the door in a gigantic iron range which would invoke sleepless nights for any wicked witches with a gingerbread inclination. He straightened up bearing a baking sheet and flourished it onto the table in front of me. "Pizza." "It looks delicious." In reality it had a kind of second-hand quality to it. "I did think about taking you out to eat." Leo began slicing the pizza in an inept way, causing the base to split and drag the topping from one slice to another. "But I thought it would be better if we could stay here and talk. There wasn't anything much in the freezer apart from pizza so I hope you like pepperoni." Leo sat opposite me and we chewed at each other for a few moments. Eventually he sighed and rested back in his chair. "You really can't buy this feeling." I didn't know how to answer. I knew offhand of three places where you could purchase the makings of chronic indigestion, but didn't think that was what he meant.
