[Ned has absolutely no intention of halting his baking progress here in Wonderland. In fact, he's already started delivering pies. Not to Dean Winchester, of course, because he eats too many too quickly and it's easier for him to wander into the diner, but it's nice. It's normal. It feels like home.
Even turning around to pull out a half of a triple-berry from the day before, cutting it into two massive pieces, and serving one up to Abigail feels like The Pie Hole, if only for an instant.
Of course, the jarring reminder that he can't touch dead things and bring them back to life anymore is still there, a pulsing undercurrent of screaming agony, but who even has time for that when there are guests to be entertained and pies to be consumed?
No one, that's who.]
I'm a little...particular about food, [he admits reluctantly, wondering if his newfound lack of power means that he can eat this pie and not have it wither on his tongue.] I prefer to make my own. But I'll take your word for it.
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Even turning around to pull out a half of a triple-berry from the day before, cutting it into two massive pieces, and serving one up to Abigail feels like The Pie Hole, if only for an instant.
Of course, the jarring reminder that he can't touch dead things and bring them back to life anymore is still there, a pulsing undercurrent of screaming agony, but who even has time for that when there are guests to be entertained and pies to be consumed?
No one, that's who.]
I'm a little...particular about food, [he admits reluctantly, wondering if his newfound lack of power means that he can eat this pie and not have it wither on his tongue.] I prefer to make my own. But I'll take your word for it.