THE PIE HOLE

[stressbaking]

WHO: stressbaking, lovedthesun, onteamvoldemort & everyone ever (also tattleina is on the unofficial staff).
WHERE: The Pie Hole pie restaurant and bakeshop
WHEN: November 4 - 30
WARNINGS: It could vary, though not too high please.
SUMMARY: This log is forever open to fraternize, socialize, and otherwise eat pie in Ned's restaurant. If you would like to make your thread closed to a specific

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[ginnydor]

Ginny is here, and is trying some of those white chocolate razzle brownies. After what had happened with Cthulu, it feels a bit weird to be sitting here and doing something as normal as eating brownies. For a few days it had felt like being back in the war. But she knows that doing things like this is the best way to start feeling normal again, so here she is.

[fyeahcannons]

Ron, of course, is a comfort eater. This habit has not lessened a bit from his youth. The just-previous battle did bring back certain, more grim feelings, and now he was tired and shaken and, to a degree, terribly lonesome. Not that he'd own up to having this feelings.

Seeing as how a pie restaurant sounds both amusing and wholly awesome, here he is.

It's weird to see Ginny, just like every time here, and seeing her catches him by surprise for a moment. He waves hello, though, orders, and moves to sit across from her.

"Hey, Gin."

[ginnydor]

If it's weird for Ron to see her like this, it's doubly weird for Ginny to see him so old. At least she's a blast from his past; he looks like a younger version of her dad. It took some getting used to at first, and it's still a bit jarring for her.

But it's still Ron, and she's still very glad to see him - especially with Ryan having disappeared somewhere north, and much of the City still showing battle scars. She gives him a slightly tired smile.

"Hi." She's suddenly conscious that this is the first she's seen him since Cthulu. "You all right, Ron?"

[fyeahcannons]

"Yeah. I'm here, right?" But if there's ever a moment in which he looks astoundingly his age, this'll be it. "I'm dead tired is all. Going to sleep for a week, if I can manage it."

He lets out a weak laugh, looks around. The bell dings at the counter and he gets up to retrieve his two slices of pie. He resists digging in immediately for the sake of their conversation. See? He's learned a little restraint. "You okay? I'm sorry I lost track of everyone, pretty much. Messy stuff, yeah?"

[stressbaking]

"It's a fruit, or maybe a vegetable really. It's... Well, it's delicious, if that helps at all." He tries for his best smile, tugging on the hem of his apron and crossing his arms while he waits for her to decide. Then uncrosses them, biting his lip. "W-would you like some coffee, while you think it over?"

[stressbaking]

"That truly depends." There's a beat before he realizes he has to elaborate. "Most people fit under two distinct archetypes: fruit pie people and non-fruit pie people. There is, however, a small degree of overlap in which people enjoy fruit with their non fruit... pie."

Another long pause... "What I'm asking is," he points out brightly. "Do you like fruit?"

Open, during a Saturday

[more_surreal]

Calvin is here for a brownie to celebrate the fact that it's Saturday and he's free from school! At least for now- he does have a lot of homework for the weekend that he really ought to get started on avoiding. But for now, he's going to have a brownie and then head off to work on a certain special project outside of school that's contained within the empty shoebox beside him.

Wait.

Calvin pauses in mid-chew, swallows, frantically checks the box, then feels his eyes getting very big and his heart getting very low in his chest. The box is completely empty, and the Pie Hole's Saturday is about to get a lot more interesting.

"Hey, everybody!" Calvin calls out to the entire shop, waving. "I might have lost something. If anyone sees something, um, odd running around, let me know, okay!"

"Oh, and you might want to tuck your pants into your socks."

WHY IS EVERYONE PROSING. slowly replies

[stressbaking]

"How odd?" Ned calls from just behind the kitchen door, leaning back to look out nervously. Ears like a hawk, this one. He walks out and sets down Calvin's plate with a clatter, glancing around his beautiful tile floors for anything amiss. "Not alive-odd, I hope."

And then Digby barks. Ned gulps, looking to Calvin apprehensively for guidance.

BECAUSE THE PIE HOLE DESERVES OUR BEST

[more_surreal]

Calvin doesn't respond at first. He just tucks his pants into his socks, then draws his legs up away from the floor, onto his seat. He's looking around, scanning the ground.

"Don't make any sudden movements," he says. "I'm pretty sure it sees motion as prey. Oh, and I've been trying to train it so that it can smell fear." Calvin puts the shoebox on the table in front of him, beside the brownie, its lid off. Inside is a ragged tumble of grass, leaves, dirt, and shredded newspapers. He looks up at Ned.

"Hey, you've got the number for poison control around here, right?"

WELL SOBS I GUESS I CANT ARGUE WITH THAT

[stressbaking]

"P-p-poison control?" he asks, eyes flying wide. "Should I be calling animal control instead?"

Digby barks again and Ned sighs, motioning for Calvin to follow him. No one disturbs his kitchen, okay. No one.

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[soloisms]

[Welp, all of Han's cars were damaged in one way or the other. So, before he had to go over there, he brought his tools, some manuals and a bad craving for pie.

Triple berry, to be exact.]

[lovedthesun]

[Shahrazad is giving him the most curious look. The man from the cut out...? What is going on here...?]

Hello Sir.

[soloisms]

[he slides right into the store, not really giving her a look.]

Yeah, hi. Triple berry?

[lovedthesun]

Right away. [He's in a hurry.] Would you like something to drink too?

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[zarteblume]

Lua glanced around curiously when she entered. This was her first time in the Pie Whole so that could be why but she also had her promise to keep. Although this restaurant was cute, she thought - even if the 'retro' style was lost on her. It certainly didn't seem like a place where she'd have to worry about death.

[lovedthesun]

Shahrazad smiles brightly at the woman as she enters. First time customer? She could appreciate that. She waves politely at her before approaching.

"Hello! Can I help you in any way?"

[zarteblume]

Lua smiled back, faintly. And when she spoke her voice was soft, like a whisper, this was the way she always talked.

"I suppose choosing a pie." It would be rude to leave without buying anything and this was a pie shop.

[lovedthesun]

"I would love to help you!" Shahrazad smiles enthusiastically. She really is excited to help. "Do you like fruit or perhaps chocolate?"