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Jaye could just tell something was off when she woke up that morning. She couldn't tell WHAT, but it was SOMETHING. The animals weren't speaking, which was both a good and a bad sign, so no matter how many sour glares she threw their way, they remained impassive and quiet. Even the wax lion refused to budge. Her right eye felt twitchy from the

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[piemakerprince]

For all that the pie maker found himself in a strange situation on a strange island under strange circustances, he couldn't find it within himself to be all that upset. He had Chuck, and though the kitchen was certainly no Pie Hole, he had his pies.

In fact, today Ned had a simple apple pie made, and was pulling it out of the oven when a familiar face entered as he moved it to a cooling rack.

Now, Ned was never the sort of man to stick around and face confrontation, especially when the last time he saw someone was after they'd squeezed, prodded and yelled at him in anger. But he wasn't the sort of man to just run away, either.

Not with a just-made pie sitting there.

"Hello," he said cautiously, and took off his gloves.

[piemakerprince]

Ned knew he would not stop making the pies, but Jaye had a few good words of advice. There was an art to avoiding people without actually avoiding them.

He started a little at her question about the pie, the small, proud smile on his face fading. It hadn't really occurred to Ned to eat his own pies now; he was so used to making them from alive again fruits, which would then die again once they were in his mouth.

But nothing in the pie had been touched by Ned, and he shook his head at himself.

"I think I will," he said, and cut a slice for himself.