Suzanne ripped the plants from the ground and threw them into a bag. She planted white roses in their place.

She plucked off the only surviving tomato from a plant and ran back to the kitchen.

Along the way, she saw a white tower of plates fall towards her. Her limbs reacted immediately, catching them in unison. One landed on her head, which the pink-haired butler who was carrying them plucked off.

"Sorry!" Min-Ray croaked, his large glasses wobbling.

"Please watch where you're going," Suzanne asked him for the 796th time (she had kept count).

He nodded, his face growing redder and redder by the moment. He stumbled back, dropping the plate he had grabbed.

"Oops!" He cried.

Suzanne sighed. "I'LL take the plates. You... Help Barb and go play with Filly and the Young Lady.

Min-Ray nodded and walked off at a fast pace, his face still red as a tomato.

Tomato.

Suzanne hurried to the kitchen and created a sauce fit for a king. She spread it on and baked the pizza.

After a few minutes, Suzanne pulled the perfect pizza from the oven and, with the leftover sauce, made pasta. The Italian guest was sure to enjoy this.

She sighed and walked out to prepare Celina.