OOM: Bitches, Part Two.

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INT. THE PIE HOLE - LATER THAT DAY

So the Piemaker sought to use Emerson Cod as a sounding board for that reality, which recently included a moonlit kiss with one Olive Snook.

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[piesordeath]

He folds his arms and leans forward, never mind that Emerson may not want to hear this.

"I had a sexy dream about Olive last night," he admits, keeping his voice low. "And I'm sure it was influenced by a reality-based kiss by the road, y’know ..."

- remembering that moment conjures up a whole lot of unnecessary, unwanted guilt.

[cod_pi]

Of course. Because it's not like he was using that appetite of his in a pie restaurant, anyway.

Emerson tries rolling his eyes, and fixing Ned with a frustrated glare, but both are hampered by the experience that tells him neither will be effective.

"There's no way for this conversation to be anything but awkward for me."

[piesordeath]

Ned doesn't intentionally ignore Emerson; he's just got a lot on his mind.

"She was wearing a Chuck suit," he goes on. "In the dream. What do you think it means, beyond the obvious?"

[cod_pi]

"Dream's just your brain processing random rigmarole it couldn't find a place for," Emerson answers dismissively. He's not one for all that Freudian cigar's-anything-but-a-cigar whatever.

"It don't mean nothin'."

As he reaches for his coffee, "'Cept you feelin' guilty about kissin' Olive when you wanna be kissin' some dead girl you can't."