Taylor - Pizza Time

I held my hand up. "I've got a dimensional pocket. I'm going to pull some pizza out. Don't shoot me."

I made a pizza appear.

"It's still hot?" Harry asked.

I nodded. "Do you want some?"

After a few moments, the guns came down, and I was eating pizza over the corpse of a monster with two people I'd only known for a couple of hours.

"It's pretty good," Harry said. "How to you keep it hot?"

"Time doesn't pass in the pocket," I said. "It's my most convenient power."

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