The Piemaker

[stressbakes]

Who: Ned the Piemaker & ???
What: Everyday stuff
Where: The Pie Hole


When Ned began the day he had high hopes that it would be completely normal. When Olive called out sick, he figured it was just a tiny ripple of inconvenience that everyday business owners had to deal with. It was a Wednesday. Not many people ate pies on Wednesdays, and he knew how to run The Pie Hole by himself. It was his place after all.

It might be better to keep busy anyway, since Chuck had gone to spend some time living with Lily and Vivian again, and even though it was just one day without her already he was feeling lonely.

They were small changes - tiny insignificant changes - and he thought that just maybe for one day he could be okay with that.

He was wrong.

For some reason, the place was packed with strange looking people. They were certainly not regulars, and some of them were even wearing some kind of robes or armor. Was there some kind of convention going on? Adding to that, some of them didn't appear to have money at all, and there was a shortage on pies because Ned had been so busy up front. It was time for panic to set in.

Ned pulls out his food order pad and a pen. When he speaks, it's a bit rushed sounding.

"Welcome to The Pie Hole, here we have lots of pies. Only not so many right now because I'm working alone, which is usually my preference but not so much today. Do you like cherry?"

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[wingsign]

Of course Watanuki couldn't physically step foot out of the shop, but only physically. He could most definitely use dreams to move about, even if he rarely did so, as his dreaming could still be unstable at times. Which meant that this outing was practically rare for him, and the very first time he went out for pleasure, not business.

He moved easily through the crowd of people, and despite being dressed in a kimono with an elaborately-patterened hakama and haori, no one seemed to notice him, much move aside for him. Which suited him fine, because to most of them, he probably wasn't there at all. He was only here for the piemaker and his pies after all.

"Cherry's fine, thank you. Do you have any other flavors today, or just cherry?"

For an obvious foreigner, his English was pretty damn good, huh?

[stressbakes]

Definitely some sort of club meeting or something going on. Ned clings to this thought because it is the only rational way he can think of the situation. He's still a little stiff as he stands there holding his note pad, but at least this person actually was acting pretty normal, even if not dressing that way.

"Um, I think there's some apple and blueberry left too, but cherry is what I have the most of right now. I would never want to make your choices for you but if you ask me cherry is really the way to go."

He half smiles nervously, as if to say 'please, oh please pick the cherry.'

[wingsign]

Watanuki didn't smirk, but it was a near thing. He had an idea of what the man wanted him to do, and he didn't need to be a wish granter to figure it out.

"A slice of cherry it is then, for here." He wasn't going to be mean right now-- just tease him a little, perhaps. He did know what it was like to be in a position where the people he was serving were whimsical, silly and extremely moody after all.

"You made them yourself, I take it?"

[stressbakes]

Ned nods, taking the order, inwardly very relieved that he didn't have to suggest something else. At least one typical customer-server relationship could happen today, strange costume aside. His posture relaxes just a touch.

"Do you want that à la mode?"

Ice cream he had, so he didn't mind serving out as much of that as he needed.