As Rita sits, she places the meat pizza a little ways away from her tray. Francis hops down onto the table, walks a circle around the plate, then hunches down and starts nibbling happily at the corner of the pizza.

"Hell if I know. But with all the work he's put in this week, I guess he's earned the right to try."

Rita lifts up her own slice and takes an experimental bite out of it. It doesn't taste quite like she expected... but it's not bad.