Sveta might not have been trained in martial arts like Yang was - but the family had a long history of service, so nearly everyone was expected to be at least in decent shape.  For her, it helped to maintain her body shape (barring anything like genetics or the sort, as we have witnessed).  Still, by the time the pizza game twenty minutes later, she was a bit tired out, and after Yang headed to the main door, she flopped down on the couch to rest for a couple of minutes before heading to the kitchen to grab some food.<br/><br/>Herein came a dilemma for her.  She<em>knew</em>that she would get grief - if not from Yang, from Ruby - for eating the pizza with utensils.  After all, you were supposed to just eat it with your hands.  However...maybe there was another option.  "Yang?  Have you got paper towels somewhere?"  The National Round's pizzas could<em>sometimes</em>- it really depended on who was running the show at the time - get a little overgreasy, and Sveta didn't want to run the risk of getting any of it on her nice, immaculate outfit.  (Okay, so it was a little rumpled from their pillow fight, but that wasn't something that wouldn't come out with a little care.)<br/><br/>Of course, she would actually have to look at them first.  As they got set up - handing out plates and arranging the pizzas on the counter and grabbing glasses for drinks - Sveta got her phone out of her bag to see if there were any messages on it.  If there weren't, that was checkpoint one passed.  The other would be to see if there were any messages left on the house machine, and she knew how to do that.