You're gonna come around on my pizza one day. Just you wait Barry Allen. [ She grins though, before she rubs her hands together and then delicately opens the lid to her pizza box, just so she can smell the cheesy spicy fruity goodness.

It's only a few seconds before Barry's back with plates, dressed in hilariously appropriate pjs for the Flash. When he motions for her to sit, Felicity doesn't hesitate before plopping down next to him. She does however, squeeze her lips together and give him a mischievous look though. ]

I can ... make myself at home right?

[ Asked like she doesn't expect him to say no. And when Barry doesn't, Felicity smiles and tucks her legs up next to her and reaches forward to pull her corner of the table right up next to the couch. Barry still has space for his legs, but after that, Felicity pulls one slice onto her plate and then curls up with it as she leans back onto the cushions. ]

Ready.

[ If the way she's sitting conveniently has her leaning towards Barry a little ... well, if he doesn't complain, she won't either. ]

Mmmmmmm ... do you have any orange soda?

[ He's always been a thoughtful one, she thinks. Attentive too. Which is clearly best friend material. Yup. Best friend material and nothing else. ]