Asia wasn’t sure in what moment of kindness she agreed to make food for Holden. Sure, he was one of her best friends, but that doesn’t mean that she planned to cook for him. But he had mentioned Beauty and the Beast, and pizza, so Asia had just ended up agreeing. She had gone grocery shopping the other day, so she had pulled out the ingredients (mostly vegetables and cheese, plus some flour which she bought for the rare occasions when she actually baked), put them in a bag, and put on some navy low-tops, heading towards Holden’s room. The last time she had been there, it was a while ago, and they had watched Hercules. Leaning the bag against her denim-short-clad hip, Asia knocked on the door. When it swung open, Asia tilted her head and said, “I’m only here for Beauty and the Beast. Just throwing that out there.” She smiled and walked into the room. She wasn’t particularly hungry, nor did she have any desire to eat pizza at the moment. But princess/space-ranger bonding and Disney always seemed like a fun combination. “Now where do I put these?” Asia said, making a gesture with the bag of food she held against her black shirt.