R has asked us to babysit I. We are at my parents' house in the TV room. It is dark and I am walking back from the kitchen with a pizza in my hand. I take the cheese off the top of the pizza and it stays in one piece like a greasy and gooey layer. I am not quite sure what R wants us to do. Perhaps I will go somewhere else after all. We might be going with her. It is late and I needs to go to bed. I feel glad that we can help out.