"First you spread the peanut butter."
She'll never tell her.
"The tomato sauce goes on top of that."
She's... stable, now, besides the door-slamming and the occasional ear-piercing wail -- but she was like that before she found out.
"Then you slice the pickle."
No point in rocking the boat.
"You need a one-to-one ratio of pickle slices to pepperoni, or it won't taste right."
Besides, it'd be cruel.
"Then you just sprinkle the cheese on top and nuke until melted."
But when the monks made Dawn--
"Ta da! Summers Smorgasbord Pizza."
--Buffy's pretty sure they got some things wrong.