Puck clearly knew his stuff when it came to throwing a pizza together and Mikey was eager to get to work.
"Pepperoni and sausage is plenty fine by me, dude," Michelangelo told him, grinning over his shoulder as his friend kept at it with the sauce.
Making sure the surface he had to work on was reasonably floured up, Mikey got to work forming, movements practiced rather than unsure or clumsy. If he let himself zone out for a bit, he knew he could probably pretend he was back home in the lair, putting together a pie his whole family would absolutely decimate. He wasn't, though, and Puck's home wasn't a bad place to be at all. There was no scent of burning incense or sounds of Donnie's power tools echoing off the walls, but he find a brand new comfort in the sound of his newest pal moving around on his side of the kitchen, companionable conversation between them.
In no time at all, Mikey had the dough in the air, tossing it up and down with all the signs he'd done it dozens upon dozens of times. The scent of the sauce only continued to grow and Mikey could barely contain his growing excitement. He didn't think he'd ever gone so long without pizza before.
With the dough well and properly shaped, Mikey carefully set it off to the side and got to work chopping the meats, deciding there was no sense in pre-coating the pizza peel, if Puck had one, with cornmeal before all the toppings and sauce were ready to go.
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"Pepperoni and sausage is plenty fine by me, dude," Michelangelo told him, grinning over his shoulder as his friend kept at it with the sauce.
Making sure the surface he had to work on was reasonably floured up, Mikey got to work forming, movements practiced rather than unsure or clumsy. If he let himself zone out for a bit, he knew he could probably pretend he was back home in the lair, putting together a pie his whole family would absolutely decimate. He wasn't, though, and Puck's home wasn't a bad place to be at all. There was no scent of burning incense or sounds of Donnie's power tools echoing off the walls, but he find a brand new comfort in the sound of his newest pal moving around on his side of the kitchen, companionable conversation between them.
In no time at all, Mikey had the dough in the air, tossing it up and down with all the signs he'd done it dozens upon dozens of times. The scent of the sauce only continued to grow and Mikey could barely contain his growing excitement. He didn't think he'd ever gone so long without pizza before.
With the dough well and properly shaped, Mikey carefully set it off to the side and got to work chopping the meats, deciding there was no sense in pre-coating the pizza peel, if Puck had one, with cornmeal before all the toppings and sauce were ready to go.