Fridge. Check.
Lulu reaches in. Pulls out the tub.
It's blue gelato. Not cheese.
She dumps it. The gelato slides off the dough. A drip falls. Oh.
She tries to scoop it off. It sticks. Ugh.
She pushes the pan into the oven anyway.
Ding. She pulls it out. The gelato has melted into a swirl. She takes a bite. Crunch.
She holds a slice up to the light. Dessert pizza. She grins.
