"No more than you," she quips back, but she can't stop the soft smile at her sister's response. She knows, of course she does, but it's nice to hear it anyway.

Her eyes are puffy from crying, but the time from the oven pulls her more out of her head, gives her a solid thing to focus on doing for a few minutes. Remove the pizza from the oven. Find the pizza cutter, slice it up, plate a few slices for both of them.

"Ta-da," she declares as she sets one plate in front of Natasha, setting the other one down and perching in a seat across from her.