Yang's grin intenified when the pillow bounced off with no damage, causing her to spring up and snatch hold of the thrown pillow. "Mistake!" Sveta had already taken another pillow and began to assail Yang, who was defending expertly. They both needed this. Something to pull them out of their funk. They were both in a rut, and this just made the day brighter. Sveta managed to land a pretty good hit to the side of Yang's head, dazing her for a moment. She answered with a flail of strikes that looked like the pillow fight equivalent of a windmill punch.<br/><br/>This continued for twenty minutes before the doorbell rang. The fight stopped, and all three people in the house all shouted in unison "PIZZA!" Yang was over the couch and at the door before anyone else could react. She had it open and her wallet out, panting like she'd just ran a marathon. The young man on the other side looked very tired - as if he'd been doing this all night.<br/><br/>"Alright, got four pizzas, two cheese, a meatlovers and a supreme.... and four bottles of soda... forty four eighty nine." He looked up, his eyes instantly going wide. "Well! Shit, you... you're Yang!"<br/><br/>"That<em>is</em>the name I have on the order, yes." She smiled that arrogant grin she liked doing.<br/><br/>"Can... can I get a picture with you?" Yang thought for a moment.<br/><br/>"Yeah, why not." He leaned in for a selfie, then Yang spoke. "Be thirty bucks." His look was priceless. "I'm kidding." He took the picture, and Yang paid him an extra little tip. "Don't be telling anyone where I live, yeah?"