"Perhaps not," she rolled her eyes playfully and shook her head. "He even wears an apron," she said with a moderately amused sounding tone. It was rare for her to talk about her Master with anything but fear and confusion, but this was a subject that was detached from just about all of that. In a weird way it was actually a pretty good memory. "He makes a lot of items off the menu for me even. There's this red salad he makes with bamboo. It's amazing." Not that anyone but her would ever know that. It was a strictly Ivy item, off the menu and made special for pickup. Deep down she knew that it was all a game to Piscary, he did things like that to appeal to her human side. There was no motivation to it beyond trying to make her forget he had no soul and no real emotions. Still...it worked. As messed up as that was.

"Why do I feel like that's not the compliment you think it is?" She couldn't really imagine him making an entire pizza. She could imagine him burning an entire pizza, but making one? She wasn't so sure there. She sighed though. "Maybe I'll accept pizza expert of this place as a new title. I'm currently without one." For the first time in years. It was actually weirder than she'd thought it'd be to not really have a profession or title here. Sometimes it led to her being more bored than she could ever recall being. "Glad you're enjoying it though." Another thing she strangely meant. It was kind of nice to have someone enjoy something she'd made this much. "I know how to make them with just about any topping, so if you ever want one..." She probably wouldn't mind making it.

"We don't really do things like this back home. Fancy Christmas parties and nightclubs are more what I'm used to." Thankfully she hadn't run into anyone trying to hold an upscale Christmas shindig here. Small favors. "Guess it is nice to see a sense of community or whatever you'd call it."