Betty stays put, panting happily and letting Stanley see Bruce. Oh Stan, if you only knew. But, situation being what it was, she was going to have to play charades.

She sits back on her hind legs, bring her front ones up to....beg. As cute as possible. Stan chuckles, putting his own hands up. "Alright, alright, hold your horses you two. I can take a hint." He goes back inside and before long, comes back out with some slices of meat covered pizza on two paper plates, bringing them over to the side so they won't block the door. "Here you are. Hope you don't mind leftovers."