The soaring dragon who can also make pizza fly! I think it would be a grand show.

[He jokes along with it, letting it fall back to the tray on the counter in a little puff of flour so he can flatten it out like he's supposed to. What a nice moment this is. This pizza will be mediocre at best if they don't screw it up in the process, but Hazel is close enough that he can lean over and bump shoulders with him.

It's so childish, but now it's an okay sort of childish. An allowed kind. So he'll smile down at his dough and feel glad about this.]

I'll leave it to you to spread the sauce.