"Pizza recipes? You didn't tell me you were a pizza wizard. We could've eaten some of that instead."

"If you two are done," cuts in the voice of the Marshal over the comm, wryly, "everything's green on this end."

A breath. Two breaths. Malcolm gives a thumbs up. "Ready, sir." Though he turns his head to York nevertheless. "I'm serious, make us some pizza next time. We'll celebrate today." But okay, now he's ready. Ready and serious and battleready and ready to go and. ready.