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“You could go by Lyss,” Heather said, trying to be helpful.

“Not so sure about that one,” Alyssa said, shaking her head. “I am not a big fan of nicknames.”

“Then the rest of us will try not to use them for you,” Gavin said. “I canna control Kendrick though. I believe a man has the right to give his own wife a nickname that suits him.”

“Thank ye, Grandfather,” Kendrick said, his hand going to push a strand of Alyssa’s hair that had fallen from her face.

Alyssa looked at Kendrick. “I suppose that since your grandfather decreed it, you may call me Lass.”

“Dinna think I won’t.” Kendrick said, grinning at her.

“I think we need to go for hard shells next time,” Beth said. “They’re a little harder to make, but I know Cook enjoys the challenge.”

Holli nodded. “I’m all for it. Oh, I wonder if we have the stuff for pizza. I’m craving a pizza.”

The men looked at one another and looked back at Holli. “And what is this pizza?” Gavin asked.

Heather explained. “It’s a large round piece of dough, like a white bread dough, that you add tomato sauce, and meats and cheese onto. Sometimes you put on things like olives or peppers or onions.”

“That sounds like it could be delicious. Is a great deal of cheese needed?” Gavin asked.

“Yes, but any other time of year, we could do it,” Heather said. “Pizza was always one of my favorite food groups.”

“Well, why haven’t we had it yet then?” Derek asked.

“Pizza, tacos, and Irish nachos,” Alyssa said. “Those are the only three things we ever really went out for.”

“And the main things we ate at home,” Holli agreed.

“Do you ever wish you could go back to our time, just to eat?” Alyssa asked.

“Not usually,” Holli said, “but this pregnancy sure has me wishing we could.”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever stop thinking about pizza now,” Alyssa said.

“We’ll do a pizza party in a few months,” Heather said. “Maybe we can ask Dr. Lachele for some modern cheesemaking supplies!”

“How will we power something that big?” Beth asked. She shook her head.

Holli shrugged. “I’d sure be willing to try it!”

“We should. Maybe next week.”

“Or tomorrow…”