Men may come and go... {Open/Active}

[fly_like_pie]

Characters: Ned and anyone following the fresh scent of pie.
Location: Kitchen.
Time: Afternoon.
Content: Ned made a lot of pies. A lot. Why? He might be taking his mind off something. Do what you want. Smash, throw, dance, juggle the pies -- Or you can actually eat them.
Format: Staring with prose, but it is totally switchable.
Warnings: Nothing. ...

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[fly_like_pie]

Easily startled by the appearance of another person, The Pie Maker had to remind himself that this wasn't his kitchen. There were no Pie Hole menus, no regular customers, no Emerson Cod walking in with a new case, no Chuck to aggravate Emerson into knitting, even the voice of Olive was not present. It was definitely startling to find a voice that was not high-pitched, but new and unfeminine. Yet, like any other person facing surprise, they faced this surprise in a calm matter. Or at least tried to.

The Pie Maker chuckled lightly to himself at the ridiculousness of his offer, as he did not expect a sudden "yes, I'll take them all" anytime soon.

"Yeeeah, time flies when..." He paused into a gulp, as he was about to say "you're making pie." Nothing more awfully more corny than that. So, instead, The Pie Maker said:

"... you're thinking about something, a bit too heavy for the head to bear, that something kind of chokes you out of reality -- So you make pie. Comfort food you really don't eat."
He did not think much of his ramble, but attempted to move on as quickly as possible. "Do people usually wander in here a lot? I don't mind at at all, I really don't, but I'm just curious."

[bakerstwelve]

Peeta was a little taken aback by the directness of the man's confession. Especially considering they'd just met and didn't even know each others names. "Yeah. It does." He replied hesitantly. He tried to keep his response neutral, because he wasn't entirely sure if the other actually wanted to take about it or he'd just blurted something out accidentally. Although Peeta figured he was a pretty good candidate for that particular chat, if he actually wanted to go there.

For now, though, he would just move on to the next question. "People come and go throughout the day, yeah. Sometimes they'll come in to grab something real quick if they've missed dinner or they're just looking for a snack or something. There's a couple of us that are regulars, though."

"You must be new, right? Are you a teacher?" Because he couldn't be a student.

[fly_like_pie]

The Pie Maker admitted to his "accidental confession" with a gulp. He itched the back of his head, the usual indicator that he wanted to move on and forget such a interesting choice of words ever poured from his mouth.

"I suppose I'll have to get used to that," he commented with a much more friendly smile. "Yep, fresh and new. My name is Ned and I'm just... a pie maker." This 6'3'' giant definitely could not be a student.

[bakerstwelve]

"Oh, so you're on the kitchen staff?" Peeta offered a big, friendly smile of his own, "We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other, then. I'm Peeta."

[fly_like_pie]

A nod and friendly smile later, the Pie Maker quickly drew out his hand for a hand-shake. Such hand-shakes were just a hint of physical contact the Pie Maker liked to avoid, but he convinced himself it was "nothing" and "would be rude" if he didn't offer one.

"Nice to meet you, Peeta. Do you happen to be a baker as well?"