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[agirlnamedchuck]

At this very moment on the island of Tabula Rasa, something remarkable was happening. It was a peculiar brand of remarkable, one that had the habit of showing up unplanned and unannounced and with rather alarming frequency. The thing that made this time different from other remarkable events was that it had to do with pie

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[piemakerprince]

"That's my pie," said the pie maker, coming to a stop when he noticed Chuck, Eli and a stack of very familiar boxes. It may not have been one of the smartest things he'd ever said, but Ned couldn't help but be struck a little dumb at something he hadn't laid eyes on in years.

He crouched down beside Eli's pram, giving his son a kiss before bringing his attention back to Chuck and the boxes of pie. "Why are there Pie Hole pies here?"

[agirlnamedchuck]

"No. I think it's one of my pies," Chuck corrected as she gave her head a sad shake. She had never quite brought herself to letting the Piemaker on that particular secret. She might hate little lies just as she hated big ones, but there had never been a time or a place to let him in that on that.

Now, in the face of such damning pie-shaped evidence she wished that she had. "I don't know. But I know who they're for."

[piemakerprince]

"Your pies?" Ned crouched over the boxes, running his fingers across the familiar colors and logo. He hadn't realized how much he missed his Pie Hole. Coaxing one box open, he wasn't surprised to see a pie sitting snugly inside, as though nothing had ever happened. "Who were these for?"

[agirlnamedchuck]

"My pies." Repeating it only seemed to make the entire thing a little more dangerously true. There was something alarming about having one of her less-than-sweet actions come back to her in such a way. It could have been worse, Chuck was certain of that, but she was also equally certain that it could have been better.

"My aunts. I had Olive deliver them to them."

[piemakerprince]

Though the look he cast back at his wife was one filled mostly with alarm, Ned couldn't find himself getting too caught up in it. They were two years removed from anything having to do directly with the Pie Hole, let alone her aunts and anyone who believed she was dead. "Why-- why were you making pies for them? Did Olive know you were making pies for them?"

[agirlnamedchuck]

"Um. Yes."

The guilt was threatening to overwhelm her now. It had seemed fairly harmless at the time, a good way to help the aunts without breaking her promise that she was going to see them. Looking at Ned, Charlotte Charles was now starting to feel that this had been a huge mistake.

"She didn't know what was in them. Or well, she figured it out and I might have told her when she was here. I'm sorry."

[piemakerprince]

Ned was quiet for a few moments, reminding himself that it was far too late to be upset about this, that they were years away from the troubles they'd left behind. Eli was proof of that.

"We should do something with these," he said, tapping the top of one of boxes.