The facts were these. The young boy Takizawa Yuta had been adopted by the Piemaker upon entering his world. The young boy did not adapt quite as well as Ned had initially hoped he would. In particular, he seemed to have decided all the friends he needed were at the Pie Hole and had no friends of his own age.
"Emerson, you have to help me."
Emerson had his usual brand of advice in store. "If you're about to start whiny whining about your dead girl again, I'm taking this pie to go. I'll eat it at home while I count all my money, which never complains to me about dead people."
"It's not about Chuck."
"Keep going, I'm interested."
"It's about Yuta."
"Interest lost."
That did not deter the Piemaker. "He needs more friends his own age. How do I..."
"I think he needs LESS friends his age."
"What?"
The Piemaker followed Emerson's glare across the room. Somehow he had failed to notice the obvious under his nose. Emerson's little girl was sitting with Yuta at a booth, the two of them playing their Nintendo DS. They didn't seem to be interacting until he actually listened.
"I beat your Raichu!"
"I still have Chimchar!"
"You keep your little boy the hell away from my daughter with his crazy invisibox voodoo hoodoo."
The Piemaker found himself smiling. "I'll be sure to not do that at all, Emerson."
"Emerson, you have to help me."
Emerson had his usual brand of advice in store. "If you're about to start whiny whining about your dead girl again, I'm taking this pie to go. I'll eat it at home while I count all my money, which never complains to me about dead people."
"It's not about Chuck."
"Keep going, I'm interested."
"It's about Yuta."
"Interest lost."
That did not deter the Piemaker. "He needs more friends his own age. How do I..."
"I think he needs LESS friends his age."
"What?"
The Piemaker followed Emerson's glare across the room. Somehow he had failed to notice the obvious under his nose. Emerson's little girl was sitting with Yuta at a booth, the two of them playing their Nintendo DS. They didn't seem to be interacting until he actually listened.
"I beat your Raichu!"
"I still have Chimchar!"
"You keep your little boy the hell away from my daughter with his crazy invisibox voodoo hoodoo."
The Piemaker found himself smiling. "I'll be sure to not do that at all, Emerson."
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