Pizza Delivery

"Why don't we just get pizza delivered?" you suggest. "I don't really feel like going out."

"Sounds like a plan," says Allison. "Why don't you order, since you have your phone handy? I'll pick out some wine for us. Uh, can you get me a veggie?"

"Sure," you answer as you pull your phone out of your purse. "Wait, since this is all about karma, should I not eat meat anymore?"

"It's sort of about karma, sort of about Gypsy traditions," Allison explains with her hand on the doorknob to the garage. "They like to feast with a lot of meat, so..."

You nod, Google a local pizza place in the neighborhood, and order a veggie pizza for Allison and a three-meat pizza for yourself.

Allison comes back with two wine bottles and gets two glasses out of a kitchen cabinet, then a corkscrew out of a drawer. She opens one of the bottles and announces, "It needs to breathe for a while."

"So I guess it doesn't really matter which one of us pays for the pizza," you say. "And I could give, like, a thousand-dollar tip."

Allison grimaces slightly. "It's probably best not to do something that's going to go viral. I usually give 20 bucks, and maybe a little bonus from the notebook. Did you order from Antonio's?"

"Yeah, I did."

"All their delivery drivers are very familiar with this house. The owner actually told me he has to strictly rotate who gets to deliver to us. Unless it's a new person, they may not need anything from the notebook."

"Oh, yeah, the notebook," you say. "I'm sorry to ask all these questions, but -- what happens if I lose it?"

"You won't," assures Allison. "You can leave it somewhere, but then the next time you think you need it, it'll be right there for you. I actually left mine at my place, but --" She reaches into the kitchen drawer she's standing next to and pulls out a notebook that appears identical to yours, then throws it back in the drawer. "I think the wine has probably breathed enough, right?"

She pours glasses for both of you. You smell it and take a sip. You're not a wine connoisseur, but you can tell it's very good wine.

You're not even halfway finished with the first glass before there's a knock at the door.

"That was fast!" you say as you grab your purse to walk to the front door.

Allison walks behind you. "I told you, they're very familiar with this house. You tip big, you get your pizza fast."

You open the door to the delivery person.