Wash supposes he gets his answer when Ned turns to get them out of the fridge. Standing there awkwardly, he rubs at the back of his neck and eyes the pies as they're pulled out. They look really good, but he doesn't want to go and eat something the guy spent his own time on if he's not even going to have any. That feels rude, or something.]
Well, I-- You don't have to worry about it then. [Waving his hands in front of himself, he shakes his head and wears an apologetic expression.] I don't want to go eating your pies on you.
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[...So... What's that mean? No pie, or pie?
Wash supposes he gets his answer when Ned turns to get them out of the fridge. Standing there awkwardly, he rubs at the back of his neck and eyes the pies as they're pulled out. They look really good, but he doesn't want to go and eat something the guy spent his own time on if he's not even going to have any. That feels rude, or something.]
Well, I-- You don't have to worry about it then. [Waving his hands in front of himself, he shakes his head and wears an apologetic expression.] I don't want to go eating your pies on you.