Dinner and Shows

"Pe-zah?" Chomi asked, placing a finger to her chin and tilting her head in confusion.

"Pizza, yeah." Nick replied with a nod. As he looked at the young woman's confused expression, he said, "Okay, wherever you're from apparently either doesn't have pizza, or is far away from the nearest pizza place. Come to think of it, if I have trouble understanding you, I don't think a waiter is gonna have much luck either. Delivery might be better."

And so, Chomi sat down on the couch as Nick ordered the pizza. Chomi sat in awe at Nick's phone, her eyes going wide as the man spoke into it and, as if by magic, another voice came out of it. Was there someone inside it?

"Yeah, two Hawaiians and a bottle of Coke." Nick said, "The address is - Oh, hey Frank. Yeah, it's the same address. Thanks. Bye."

Nick hung up the phone and turned to Chomi, looking a little weirded out as the woman stared at his phone. "Okay... I can tell from your expression that wherever you're from also lacks cellphones, too. Anyway, why don't we watch a little TV while we wait for the pizza?"

Chomi watched as Nick picked up the remote and aimed it at the TV, turning to the flat screen as Nick pressed a button. In a flash, the screen turned on to a documentary about prehistoric life, a sabertooth tiger roaring at the screen. Chomi shrieked in fear as she dove under the coffee table, curling into a ball as she whimpered and shook in terror. Much to Nick's embarrassment, Chomi's shirt had risen up in the process, exposing her areolas.

"Chomi! Chomi, calm down." Nick said as he placed a hand on the young woman's shoulder. "It's not real. You're okay. See?"

Chomi peeked out from above the coffee table at the screen. Sure enough, the scene had changed to a mammoth heard roaming across the tundra steppe.

"And apparently no TV, either." Nick muttered as Chomi still looked nervous. Handing Chomi the remote, he said to her, "Why don't you pick? Just press this button until you find something you like. I'll be right back."

Nick got up from the couch and left the room, leaving Chomi to stand up and sit back on the couch. The young woman still hadn't fixed her shirt as she pressed the button on the remote.

"Are you talking to me?" A man on the next channel asked the screen, causing Chomi to tilt her head in confusion. "Are you talking to me?!"

*Click!*

"Oh, Roderick!" A woman cried melodramatically to her husband on the next channel. "I'm pregnant! But the father is... Ronaldo!"

Chomi blanched. Something about whatever this was didn't set right with her. She pressed the button again.

*Click!*

"Hyuck! Hyuck! Hey Kids!" A man in a blue dog costume exclaimed happily in a dumb voice. "We're looking for something the color blue. Do you see something that's blue?"

Chomi paused for a bit, perplexed by the host as she tried to piece together what was going on.

In the other room, Nick pulled out his phone and pulled up Google. "Okay, let's see what origins the name 'Chomi' has..."

Pressing the search icon, Nick was greeted with several results... But none of the ones he was looking for. The young man groaned as he continued to search fruitlessly for any clues about where this woman came from.

Chomi sat on the couch smiling happily, swaying back and forth to the ending song that the big, blue dog was singing.

"Bye-bye, Kids! See ya real soon!" The Dog said with a laugh as whatever this was ended...

And another show began.

Confused about where The Dog went, Chomi stopped swaying and pressed the button again.

*Click!*

"Oh, no!" An over exaggerated male voice called out as a woman turned away from a dog in disgust, the dog having green lines radiating off it. "Did Rover get skunked again?! Is tomato juice not working?! Is hydrogen peroxide too costly?! Then you need Skunk-Be-Gone! The revolution-"

Chomi got bored quickly as she pressed the button.

*Click!*

"Jerry! Jerry! Jerry! Jerry!" A crowd of people chanted.

*Click!*

"Now, I hear that you actually wrote a book about how to improve your self-esteem." A man behind a desk asked another man.

"Yes, I call it, 'Why Are You Hitting Yourself?'." The other man responded, holding up the book as the audience laughed.

*Click!*

"Next up, The Adam Sandler -"

*Click!*

"... And in other news," A woman at a news desk said to the camera, "Dr. Amelia T. Williamson of the Paleological Museum of Science has offered a five hundred million dollar reward for -"

*Ding-Dong!*

Chomi yelped as she heard the doorbell, jumping slightly as she turned to the door. Confused by the noise, Chomi got up and opened the door to see a woman around her age holding two large, brown boxes and a plastic bag.

"Okay, that's two large Hawaiians and a large Coke. That'll be..." The Delivery Girl said, trailing off as she stared at the exposed areolas in front of her. "Uh..."

"Pe-zah?" Chomi asked.

"Um... Yeah, Pizza." The Delivery Girl said, blushing slightly as she wiped away some drool. "That'll be twenty-two titties. FIFTY! Twenty-two fifty!"

Chomi was confused by whatever this woman was saying, but she seemed to want something in return for the pizza. Looking down at the woman's hand fiddling with her shirt, a look of realization came to her face.