I don't have a clue either. I'm even worse at cooking, as I can't even cook an egg right. Ask Sunny. [He sipped his drink and shook his head, smiling. Otacon looked up, as he heard knocks at the door.]

Ah. That will be the pizza. Stay here while I get the order. [He got up and went to open the hatch and pay the delivery guy. The man's face was rather confused, as to why anyone within a plane would order a pizza. He shrugged, took the money then passed the pizzas to Otacon.

Otacon waved to the guy and then came back in the room.]

Here we go.