Isidor likes that taste? His eyes dart between her and her accursed chips before he begins to reach for another until... No... No! He can't bear it. He turns away like a wife turning from the sight of her husband being mauled by hyenas: unwilling to face the gruesome truth.

Harrowheart frowns as he looks to the pizza stand. "You know me..." he says in a hushed whisper, but it's not clear whether he thinks that's a good thing or a sign of his own predicability. He nods, though, because yes, he would like to try some Earth pizza. But he's not going alone – in part because he hasn't got any money, and in part because he can't do anything on his own when doing it with a group is an option.

With his stuffed dragon under one arm he takes Isidor very lightly by the wrist and guides her to the pizza stall, where he surveys the options. Everything is familiar, which makes choosing simple. He asks for pepperoni, and a few seconds later it's his.

He goes to bite into it immediately but hesitates as it's right before his mouth. Once more he's looking at Isidor with a thoughtful frown... And then a hint of a smile. He offers it to her and says, "You wanna try it? It's only fair, since I took some of yours and all. Tell me how it is... And this time I might even believe you." He winks and can't fight away a tiny little grin.

Viatorus, meanwhile, gets no recompense. Life is a cruel affair and the undead will unapologetically eat your candy floss.