"Gonna make a pie from heaven above, gonna be filled with strawberry love . . ."

[sugarsyrup]

Since dawn there have been wonderful smells floating in the air, all warm and lovely and creating a wave of extra heat radiating from the kitchen

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[i_flynomore]

Lynette comes into the kitchen a little while later, to make herself a sandwich before she goes back to work. There are smudges on her face and a streak of grease in her cropped hair, rust stains on her clothes.

She has never had pie before; pie is an anomaly. Also to-day has been fraught with tape-flash, and she's skittish and on edge, and could desperately use someone to gentle her.

[sugarsyrup]

Miz Deliverance pours another glass of lemonade before looking up. "Good afternoon," she says, smiling gently.

[i_flynomore]

"Hello, sera." She looks up at Miz Deliverance quietly, but behind her eyes there is an unsettled, furiously moving something.

[sugarsyrup]

"Lemonade?" she offers, holding out the fresh glass.

[i_flynomore]

A moment of surprise, and then she says, "Thank you, sera."

[sugarsyrup]

"You're very welcome," Deliverance says. "Busy day?"

[i_flynomore]

"Yes, sera. I'll start building soon."

[sugarsyrup]

Deliverance stands with surprisingly little difficulty for such an old woman, going to the window to check on the pie cooling on the sill. "What is it you mean to build?"

[i_flynomore]

She's interesting in and of herself, because Lynette has never seen a born-man her age who wasn't on rejuv and looking young, but she doesn't watch too closely, because staring is generally frowned on no matter what time period you're in.

"A ship, sera."

[sugarsyrup]

"Hard work, then. You'll be needing a good rest at day's end."

[i_flynomore]

She stands quietly, not making her sandwich until she's been dismissed. "Yes, sera. --Oh," like a child, at a sudden tapeflash.

[sugarsyrup]

"Is something wrong, dear?" Deliverance asks, her tone one of mild concern.

[i_flynomore]

"No, sera," quickly shaking her head. "It's nothing."

[sugarsyrup]

"Very well." Deliverance cuts a slice of cherry pie and sets it on a plate in front of Lynette, not bothering to ask. The smell is usually enough to turn a 'no, thank you' to a 'yes, please' quickly enough anyway.

[i_flynomore]

Lynette looks a little embarrassed (still trying to get ahold of herself). "You don't need to--"

[sugarsyrup]

"Nonsense," says Deliverance, with grandmotherly firmness. "I made them for everyone. Eat. I'll be disappointed if you don't."