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The smell of pizza forced its way into their nostrils wetting their appetites further.

They had parked, and despite noticing possible threats, Igor had decided it would be better to go inside where the public was.

Delancey's Pizza had been around for more than a hundred years in Seattle at this point in time; rightfully so, they had a thin crusted, wood fired oven pizza. It wasn't just about it having the freshest dough around, but the crispiness of the ingredients and dominance of the flavorful sauces kept an ongoing fan base that transcended time. The love for the original recipes and their consistency was passed from generation to generation of locals and chefs alike. The pizza wasn't truly Italian but was a hybrid of love between Americans and Italians.

Maisie's favorite pizza was a classic thin crusted, garlic crispy pepperoni pizza. The sauce had fresh tomatoes, onions, roasted garlic, Italian basil, oregano, and was seasoned with a dash of sugar, salt, and pepper. Their original dough left to rise for twenty four hours, given time to mature.

Igor got to enjoy pizza rarely, when the Masters were in the mood to share.

It was pretty busy when they had arrived, and it was just about lunch time. There were four Cooks working on making pizzas behind the wooden counter. The place was set up so you can see them making your pizza.

It was either fortunate or unfortunate that all but one table was full of patrons. They were able to find a place to sit, led by their hostess, but the wait time for their food would take longer. They were sat in a dingy corner, and the dining room was loud. That's what they got for going there at lunch time.

"Here's your water and menus." The hostess smiled.

"Thank you." said Dash who winked; Igor nodded, and Maisie smiled back.

"Sure, your server will be right with you!" Their hostess was cute, she had tied up straight blond hair, blue eyes, and was wearing a small apron and casual clothing with the shop's logo.

The delicious smell overridden their senses and their stomachs growled with a direct fierceness.

Dash started to click his nails on the table after six minutes of waiting.

"They could at least get our order." He said. The service was slow due to the lunch rush.

Maisie had her hand on her face, regretting the decision to bring her younger brother. She understood he was hungry, but he could be overdramatic sometimes. She had wanted to spend time with him and Igor, but mostly Igor. Her parents usually didn't approve her being alone with Igor, when they were away, despite her adult age, she was expected to listen as long as she stayed in their house. She had another option to bring their mom or older brother but decided against it because Dash usually was the easiest to convince.

Dash has been dumped by every girl he had been with (four at one time) previously, and he was just loafing around the house during his break from school, and when Maisie told him she was going to go check out the old bookstore, he leapt at the opportunity, despite not really liking to read books. He didn't really mind his sister's company, and liked to get out of the house, and loved going into the city.

"Hello, do you guys know what you would like to order? I'm very sorry for the wait." Maisie looked up, and saw that their server was a clean shaven young man with trimmed black hair, brown eyes and a smile as white as pearls.

"That's okay, I would like the pepperoni pizza please." Maisie said.

"What size would you like?" He said back.

"Large, please, we are sharing." Igor nodded again, he wasn't to really talk to people or other Genalucards outside of the house, and that included people of public service. It was not all that common for a full service restaurant to use Genalucards as servers. They were costly to maintain, as they were bought but needed to be housed and fed, and that could be expensive. It was still common place to pay servers badly and for them to rely on tips, even in Seattle. Their current server was a poorer human male, a target for solicitation by the White Angels, but Maisie was not a part of that anymore.

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