"And presumably you're not going to have busted ribs every day either," Sparkle snarked, looking around for a knife to cut the pizza with. "But since I am here, you're going to have to suck it up and accept that maybe there are people who give a damn and want you better soon."

Really, it wasn't as though there couldn't be a smartass making Atton's pizza every day. At least until Sparkle graduated. So.