People anywhere had staple food.
In Asia, it was noodles and rice. In Western countries, it was bread, cake or pizza.
Without staples, most people wouldn't feel full, and maybe even uncomfortable, after a meal.
The pizza was already ready. Luke heated two pieces in the microwave for himself and Selina.
Selina was so happy that her eyes narrowed into slits when she smiled.
She liked food more than anything else.
She hadn't realized it, until Luke started cooking for them every day after work in Houston, when Brock didn't give them much to do.
Luke had known how to cook in his previous life, although he wasn't exactly good at it.
Cooking prep was also tedious, so he barely cooked.
He was much stronger and faster in this world, however, so cooking became something he enjoyed doing.