"I'm pretty much good for whatever," Sveta told Yang.  Which would mesh.  Sveta wasn't super-picky about food when she had to eat it.  When she had to make it, oh,<em>really</em>super-picky, but that was a different matter entirely.  "Have you got drinks?  Maybe we should have them bring us a two-liter or two along with the food...where are you ordering from, anyways?"  There were a few different pizza shops in town.  There was the National Round, which was a mom and pop place that people quite liked.  There was, of course, your standard delivery big-chain (no guesses for which one occupied this town), and there was that new artsy place that had opened up a couple months ago, the Urban Pie.  Sveta and Yang had tried their pizza once - the Mission District - and it was good, but it was<em>all the way</em>on the other side of town, so delivery could take a time.