One-Shot book

Anyone for pizza?

(vento aureo)

-3rd person

It was late noon and passione was getting hungry, unfortunately Bruno was out and he was pretty much the only reason any of them survived.
Like a group of toddlers without a mother, things were a tad bit hectic. Narancia was given the oh so important role of chef of the night, pizza being the only thing Narancia ate it was also the only thing he knew how to make.

Giorno and Abbacchio were left to their own devices, Abba usually yelling at Gio for various reasons, an example being do you ever shut up? Which was yelled even though Giorno was hardly making a sound.
      Trish was supervising Narancia as even though she was younger, she had a bit more sense, so currently they were stood in the kitchen watching the pizza cook rather quickly, Trish had suspected Narancia had put the oven on too hot, but that was soon ignored.
The timer set on the counter suddenly chimed, indicating the food was done.
Narancia quickly glanced at Trish,

"Now this," he paused; opening the oven door, " is the worst part," he continued before reaching in and grabbing the sides of the tray before Trish could stop him.
    Narancia screeched as he touched the hot metal, obviously not understanding a cloth would help. Trish stared in disbelief, wondering how on earth someone could be so... so... idiotic!
It was a mystery to most people in passione, including Fugo who had lost his temper many times whilst trying to explain adding isn't the same as multiplying.

Once the pizza was out and on the table, cut neatly thanks to Mista who had insisted he cut the pizza to make sure no fours appeared, they all dug into the food.
Narancia now sat at the table whimpering like an injured puppy due to his own stupidity.