The little boy stares shamelessly up at Pamela, watching her with open curiosity, though he never says a word. The grocery absently ruffles his hair, and encourages him to hold her hand, leading him back toward the front of the store to 'help' her count boxes of dried pasta.

Though it seems daunting to try to even pick toppings from the sheer multitude of options, the idea of leaving a pizza plain had honestly never crossed Thor's mind, and he shakes his head. It's been so long since he's really wanted to eat anything in particular that he is not sure what he wants, however. "Mushrooms and onion," he decides at last, hoping that's all right with his guests. "And a little stockfish." It's something they have in abundance, locally caught and dried, and it just doesn't feel like a meal without some kind of meat. It should be easy enough to create a few experimental slices, while leaving the rest of their creation to vegetables only.

He's utterly lost when it comes to choosing a cheese, however. He's never heard of most of the cheeses in stock, only recognizing that goat cheese probably won't melt the way they want.