Fujiwara shrugged. So it was going to be a tomato, barbeque, onion pizza? That didnt sound terrible at all, fujiwara figured, and smiled with a nod. "You want fast?" He asked, with a grin, turning off the stove. Looking at the pizza he walked over to it, liften it into the air expertly, and then tossed it, like one of those italian pizza makers do with their dough, before sending torrents of fire at it, fully engulfing it for a second before dispearsing. He caght it as it spun down, using both of his hands he continued the spin until it was on the table.
The pizza was done, fully. He smiled, looking pleased with himself, he split the pizza in half, taking alf the pizza up like some strange, flat watermelon, he began to dig in, excited.