In which Sky and Mira poison themselves.

There is one food out there that is poison to both me and my roommate; she's celiac, and I'm lactose intolerant, which means that PIZZA is almost never a good thing.

Which is a shame, since both of us LOVE pizza. Seriously, there are few things we love more than wolfing down bread with tomato sauce and cheese slathered on it. (In her case: her boyfriend, knitting, reading. In mine: boysex, reading... (Hm, there was supposed to be something else here, but I can't think of anything.))

So, when both of us are exsanguinating and/or sick, what is that we do?

Order in a shitton of PIZZA.