[The boy with the gnome hat is, blessedly, free of the overwhelming smell of humanity. Wirt slides into the diner and the Pie Maker is aware of his presence in the same way that a feral animal is aware of competition for a good meal, but neither of them are confrontational people and, for that reason, he welcomes the boy in as friendly a fashion as he can manage.]
Hey.
[Fidgeting with his apron strings as he knocks back the third cup of coffee since he woke up with stomach cramps this morning, Ned slinks over to the counter, grateful for the lack of early bird customers.]
Uh. Raspberry tart. Strawberry rhubarb. Cherry.
[Never mind the fact that all of these pies are red, red as the insides of a human when you tear them open.]
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Hey.
[Fidgeting with his apron strings as he knocks back the third cup of coffee since he woke up with stomach cramps this morning, Ned slinks over to the counter, grateful for the lack of early bird customers.]
Uh. Raspberry tart. Strawberry rhubarb. Cherry.
[Never mind the fact that all of these pies are red, red as the insides of a human when you tear them open.]