Matt let out a deep, happy sigh. “You’re so right! The bestest.” He stepped over a tree root that was growing into the concrete of the sidewalk. “It’s right here! My house!” Matt exclaimed as he bounded drunkenly up the steps to the porch. “Sick? What’re you talking about? I feel great. Pizza rolls are so easy! I can teach you.”
Ella just rolled her eyes at his response, as she eyed him carefully, but he seemed to be doing well enough. Ella looked over his house, and followed him up the stairs. “You feel great now, tell me that later, alright?” She said, as she moved to wait for him to open the door and follow him in seriously considering letting him help her make the pizza rolls, because honestly drunk Matt was probably a better cook than she was sober. “Yeah, alright you can show me, as long as you promise to drink some water while you’re at it.”
“Oh I will,” he drawled, unlocking the door and holding it open for his friend. “After you, m’dear,” He said, following her inside and to the kitchen. Pulling a box of pizza rolls from the freezer, he dumped them haphazardly onto a plate. “See, these are better in the oven, but in a pinch? Microwave’ll do,” he grinned, sliding the plate into the microwave. “Are you hungry, El? I bought some fruit for you!”
Cisco backup 