“Who made the pizza?” Living with C.C has made pizza hunting second nature and he doesn’t even think before asking about the new source. Someone to cook pizza who isn’t him?

… but C.C’s not here to enjoy it. He helps Annie up by her hand and steers her to the sink to rinse out her pukey mouth properly, reaching back discreetly to flush the toilet as they move. He’ll have to come back after she lies down to give the area a proper clean.

“Which pair of pyjamas shall we share tonight?”