Ned the Piemaker

@SurrenderMyHart @Tingling_Lemons Baked goods? {Perking up at the thought of something he could slip @HoneySweetSting that didn't involve death, FBI agents or lots and lots of danger, he gave his friend a big smile, wondering if she liked pie.} You know, I make a mean Key Lime. You wouldn't want to trade?

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-- disaster} Can we get you a slice of something sweet? {under his breath} To /go/?@LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- subtly angling his lanky frame protectively in front of @HoneySweetSting, hands jammed in his pockets to prevent -- @LanguorMortem

-- {stiffly} Welcome to The Pie Hole. {muttering} As in shut yours. {Coughing, he gave @LanguorMortem an awkward smile, --@HoneySweetSting

-- to the world about #Chuck, well... He had another think coming.} -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- Had #Mulder betrayed his secret? Did @LanguorMortem know about @HoneySweetSting? If this... this /guy/ thought he was going to blab --

-- was looking @HoneySweetSting, he huffed out a breath, heart sinking as he strode importantly from the kitchen. -- @LanguorMortem

-- No...} {mumbling} What the heck are /you/ doing here? -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- out into the cafe. New customer? --@LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- {Blinking at the sound of The Pie Hole's door chime, he brushed his hands against his apron, peering -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- {singing under his breath} If you would let me spend my whole life loving you. Life could be a...a... -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- customer in need of comfort food. And maybe a little sugar buzz.} -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- jukebox, and the scent of apples and Gruyere, waiting their turn to become a slice of home to a -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- the FBI Agent was both excited by and darned envious of his singular gift. Just #Chuck, music from -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- smooth surface, /finally/ starting to relax. No dead bodies. No @KarmicConundrum staring at him like -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

-- Floured fingers sliding reverently over warm dough, he pressed the heels of his hands against the -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting

{Air. Thank /God/... -- @LanguorMortem @HoneySweetSting