Food. Yes, Martha was definitely in need of some food. The sweet-and-deadly liquor that she'd been drinking was rolling about a largely empty stomach, and while the feeling of being tipsy was fun, she didn't want it to move into the realm of illness.

It was sheer dumb luck that had made it so that Martha had found herself in possession of nearly an entire pizza. She'd missed real pizza, and the cheese was still in that delightful molten state. If only it had pepperoni on it then everything would be perfect with the world.