Boris smiled widely when Emily revealed her gamertag.  He loved sniper rifles, too, no matter what game he might be playing.  She obviously agreed, since the word<i>sniper </i>was a part of her online name.<br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, both pitchers were empty and there were no slices of pizza to box up as leftovers.  Unless it was home delivery, pizza was usually consumed in its entirety when dining in-house.  Capone’s pies always seemed to have that effect, at least in his experience.<br/><br/>“I agree,” he stated, “I had a fun time, too.  And thank you for the tasty treat and liquid refreshment.  Made my day.”  Following Emily’s statement of stopping by with her chosen helmet, Boris kept any reaction to himself.  He wasn’t about to smile in front of her at the prospect of seeing her again.  “I’d like that,” he said sincerely, “especially now that you know what you’re shopping for.”<br/><br/>The reprieve that Emily granted was nearing its end.<i>Shadow Queen </i>loomed on the horizon, and Boris knew he’d have to address her request when he got home.  But first, he would confirm that Pierre didn’t put her up to it, accepting his friend’s word if he denied such a thing.