![]() ![]() Sometimes some of the other Keyblade wielders joined the three of them, and they had no objection to it, but ultimately the routine of pizza was theirs alone, less frequent but more satisfying than a bar of ice cream chomped hastily on the castle battlements. There were never any mistakes so dire as to be inedible, and Lea taught the pair of them every trick he knew: how to make the dough the day before and let it rise overnight, how to punch it down and roll it out to the right thickness, how to toss it high and how to crimp the edges and how hot the oven should be. The toppings changed as Roxas and Xion’s curiosity expanded, and after cheese and pepperoni they tried whatever they could get their hands on, sardines or bacon or peppers or spinach, anything they could rustle up by the time Friday rolled around. So Friday night had become pizza night all throughout their training, and when the gears of war began to spin too fast to let them do it weekly, the ritual became all the more treasured when they did manage it. “You were telling us to slow down a second ago…” “Now, come on and enjoy this before it gets cold.” “Not enough.” Lea reached out and took a slice for himself, peeling off a dangling strand of gooey cheese. The point is, I’m not making you guys pizza every night.” “Ask your old man, he’ll explain it better than I can. ![]() “They’re things in your food that you need to.grow bones and stuff.” Lea sighed and scratched his temple, leaving a trace of flour dust. You’ve gotta be sure you’re getting enough vitamins.” “I’m Lea,” was the exasperated answer, “and I care about you two clowns, all right?” He made a fist and gently knocked Roxas on top of the head. “Who are you,” Roxas asked, only half-jokingly, “and what did you do with Axel?” You can’t just eat junk food every day, you gotta have.I dunno. “Look, you two are kids, all right? You’re still growing. ![]() “Yeah, well.” Lea rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his mane of red hair. “Come on, since when do you care about that? All you ever eat is ice cream and chicken nuggets.” This stuff isn’t exactly healthy, so it’s gotta be a treat. “It’s Lea,” he said, not for the last time, “and if I did, you’d have to buy bigger pants pretty quick. “This is amazing!” Xion beamed, in between bites. “Hey, slow down there, Roxas,” Lea said, watching him tear into his third slice with gusto. But when pizza actually happened a week later, it was well worth the wait. Xion laughed so hard she fell out of her chair, and she and Roxas settled for chicken and rice that simmered on the stovetop while they pinched dough out of a grousing Lea’s hair. He tossed the dough into the air several times more, higher and higher each time, until it spun out of control and came crashing down onto his head, impaling itself on his spiky hair. He scoffed and gave the dough another deft toss. “Looks pretty easy,” Roxas had said, watching Lea work, Lea’s arms floured to the elbow. The first time he’d shown Roxas and Xion how to make pizza had been early in the war, not long after the two had regained existences of their own, when Lea had still been painstakingly earning back the trust that neither had been willing to grant him on credit. ![]()
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