Brendan chuckled when she ignored his flower. He knew she wasn't a flower kind of girl, which is why he'd bought her things like show tickets instead before. He was just in a celebratory mood. He felt like he'd conquered the evil Carlos, in a way. He took himself a slice and poured two cups, and then sat down on the bed with her. Sliding next to her, he let his hip bump up against hers, turning and stealing a kiss before she got the pizza up to her mouth. "So, he bought it," Brendan said, still unable to believe it. "It's you and me again, babe," he thought aloud, leaning in and touching her forehead.