'Everything, ever' was a hell of a lot, and Katchoo wasn't so optimistic (ever) that she'd be willing to say you could cover that in a five-letter word. (There were a lot of other things that could be covered in four-letter words, but that was beside the point.)

Oh, look. Free hands, and napkins, and what she'd said to Arthur about the less-than-admirable ways society had evolved away from public execution still on her mind; she spent a little too much mental focus on wiping the paint off as best she could before gesturing toward the pizza box again.

"Yeah," she answered, just enough of a break in her voice to hint that it wasn't the blow-you-off kind of acknowledgment, more like me too but that takes more words than I can get out of my mouth right now. Then, taking an awkward step or two toward the bed --

"You wanna eat now?"