Sveta caught the roll of paper towels.  Opening the boxes revealed that the slices were overgreasy today, but that was okay, this was why she had asked about the paper towels.  Putting a couple slices on one of the paper plates - she had actually taken three because the right amount of pizza grease could make just<em>one</em>of those plates fold in on itself - she dabbed the tops of the slices with the towels, much like she was trying to sponge up spilled water or something.  It wouldn't be a super-perfect solution, but at least Sveta would be able to eat them normally without having to watch every last bite she had.<br/><br/>"Yeah, can you get pass me one of the colas?  I'll get ice for my glass, and yours."  While she gave her slices a little space after mopping up most of the extra grease, Sveta headed over to the fridge's little ice dispenser.  She put down the first glass, and typed in her cell's password for voice mail while it filled up, after which she switched it to the other glass.  Pretty sparing with the ice, since she didn't want to have three sips before needing a refill.  The voice from the cell's speaker prompted her to select and action, and she pressed '1' to check for any messages.