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The Epic Saga of Dorian: Working Late

Me: I am hoping that since your pizza has meat and comes before mine in the physical confines of our abode, your pizza shall form a barrier for my pizza. It is otherwise quite tasty pizza.
Spouse: It's possible. Dorian could be (gasp) full enough to not bother us.
Spouse: Uh-oh, there he goes.
Me: I promise you I have done everything I can to keep the cats full tonight.
Me: Oh, dear. He is in the study.
Me: He's heading back your way. Didn't touch my pizza. Hoping he doesn't like olives or something.
Spouse: He's wandering into the kitchen. Sif is sleeping on couch.
Me: All right, then. Sif can form a barrier for our pizza.