[Truthfully, in this moment, Ned would like to stress-bake himself into oblivion, but with an audience it feels a little...awkward. He nods absently, not in agreement, but in the way you might nod while someone is talking, as if assuring them that you are indeed present for the conversation when your mind is wandering elsewhere.]
...I have pie in the fridge,
[he volunteers abruptly, unsure if he interrupted Wash or not. Ned pauses and waits for a moment before adding.]
I...made them yesterday. Uh. Coconut cream and lemon custard?
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...I have pie in the fridge,
[he volunteers abruptly, unsure if he interrupted Wash or not. Ned pauses and waits for a moment before adding.]
I...made them yesterday. Uh. Coconut cream and lemon custard?
[Either sound enticing?]