"Mmhmm," Elisha said, underlining the slight disbelief, and then snorting at the face Hadyn made at the pizza. "You really wish I kept kosher," he said with a laugh. The Kagans hadn't really bothered with that for a few generations, not since the last of the family had fled Europe shortly before World War II.

Still, he took a bite of the pizza, burning the roof of his mouth with the combination of sausage, onions and peppers before speaking again. "You could have gotten a margarhita if you wanted, you know. I probably wouldn't have whined."