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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[bakerstwelve]

Ned was not the only one who used baking as an outlet to take his mind of things. And so, as usual, Peeta found himself heading down to the kitchen once he found some free time that afternoon. Besides, he had agreed to help Matt bake for the mass birthday party they were throwing later that week, so he figured now was as good a time as any to get started.

He didn't expect to find the kitchen empty; it almost never was. But he wasn't expecting the overwhelming smell of a whole lot of baked goods, either. Someone was busy. Curious, he decided to follow the smell and see who was making what before he started anything himself.

"Wow, that is a lot of pie." He stated rather obviously when he found the culprit. "Smells great!"

[fly_like_pie]

The Pie Maker was just about to start another batch as the man entered the room. He immediately turned as the voice forced its way into his ears. After a momentarily gawk, which he could not help as he was caught by surprise, it quickly transformed into a modest smile. It was an odd expression along with his stance: hunched up shoulders and hands up, covered in a sheet of white flour. It appeared The Pie Maker was willing to go to jail.

"It is... a lot." He slowly realized, giving the line of pies a side glance. It wasn't until now that he asked himself what he would do with them.

"Would you like one? Or two? Three, even?" The quick offer obviously was meant to give away his work to proper "customers", the obedient tasters of pie and the people he was no longer with.
"It would be such a waste to leave them lying around."

[bakerstwelve]

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you!" Although Peeta wasn't sure startled was the most accurate word for that reaction. He wasn't really sure what to call it. The other guy sort of looked like he'd been caught in the act of doing something he shouldn't. But he was just baking.

And then he seemed to come to the realization that he'd gone a bit overboard. Peeta smiled, he could relate to that. "You must have been here a while. It's easy to lose track of time, huh?"

"I'd love to try some. I'm not really sure what I'd do with three whole pies though. I've still got some cookies from a few days ago I'm trying to get rid of." He paused, then added, "But don't worry, lots of people around here are happy to take your bake goods off your hands. I'm sure they'll all get eaten."

[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

If I do something wrong, please tell me. (newbie here). :O

[candymusalina]

Jessie was only slightly nervous. It wasn't all the time that she wasn't attempting to steal something with James, but it was admittedly easier with one person less

Re: If I do something wrong, please tell me. (newbie here). :O

[candymusalina]

*without James. That was a typo.

It's all good, man. 8D!

[fly_like_pie]

The two appeared to connect with the same process of thought: Pie. It was all the Pie Maker allowed himself to think of, but he definitely could feel the cracks in the weak wall of concrete. Chuck was always there, lurking, making scenarios that made The Pie Maker want to drop everything and return to her. But--

Then, suddenly at the corner of his eye, he saw movement.

After setting the dough down on the table, he returned his procedure after a brief moment of investigation. It wasn't so much "investigation" as it was "assuming it is just Digby." The Pie Maker whistled, following in another assumption the dog would enter the kitchen.

Re: It's all good, man. 8D!

[candymusalina]

Jessie froze at the sound of the expectant whistle. She hadn't noticed anyone else in the kitchen. Then again, all her attention was focused on those delicious looking pies.

She straightened up from her steady half-crawling, half-crouching, ready with an ad hoc excuse. The man who had whistled seemed mildly surprised at her appearance, his eyes going straight to her hair.

They always did that.

"Hi! I'm a TV news reporter!" Jessie cheerfully said.

[protestinglife]

Someone hadn't had breakfast. This same someone was supposed to be in her office waiting for people to walk in and talk about their lives. But she wasn't. Instead, Emma found herself in the kitchens, hungry. And man, did it smell glorious. She peeked around the corner and when she saw there was someone in there, with probably the most amount of pies she had ever saw, she slipped in.

"Hi." She offered a small smile, wondering if these pies were meant for anything.

[fly_like_pie]

Whether it would be breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, or any other random time without a fancy title, The Pie Maker wouldn't hesitate to giving up a slice. He acknowledged this mission to fill the stomachs of teenagers and adults until total satisfaction, which happened to come in the form of pie. Although he did not expect someone to enter the kitchen, the domain of cooks and bakers everywhere, he did not mind at all. Instead, The Pie Maker offered a friendly smile in greeting and guessed her intentions.

"Would you like a piece?" He asked with a gesture to his "army".

[protestinglife]

Now entirely in the kitchen, Emma just sort of gapes at the amount of pies there are. "Well if you don't really have any plans for them." She said, offering a smile. "And if you don't, I'd like to say that's a lot of pies to do nothing with."

[fly_like_pie]

The Pie Maker does not resist a smile, which he attempts to hide by rubbing invisible flour off his face. He stares down at his pies, trying to think of a explanation why so many uneaten pies would be made in the first place.

"Yeah, I was practicing." His eye twitched at the lie.

[plzpookie]

Maureen really just wanted a snack, something nice and light. But when she approached the kitchen and was hit by the amazing smelling pies... Well, something light was out of the question.

She just finished one of her Yoga classes, she deserved a nice treat... Rounding the corner, she leaned against one of the cabinets and smirked, watching the pie maker carefully.

"So which is your favorite, babe?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. He was much more handsome than he'd appeared in his video post.

[fly_like_pie]

The Pie Maker just slightly progressed in his comfortableness with this lack of barrier between the kitchen and dining space. His shoulders immediately hunched in reaction, yet he tried his best to relax. The Pie Maker awkwardly turned to her, hands in his pockets and shyly smiled.

"Favorites? Not really something I ever thought of." Actually, he has. But it wasn't like he could taste his own pie, just other pies. "If I was strapped to a chair and forced to answer, I would say strawberry. By the way, hi there."

[plzpookie]

Maureen politely kept from mentioning other things that could be done if he were strapped to a chair. He was still new... And oh so very shy. She didn't want to freak him out too much. "I'm sure there's some book with the hidden meanings of a person's personality based on what kind of pie they like," she began with a laugh. "And one of these days, I'll find it. So questions like that won't be so amazingly pointless..."

She walked forward a little more and held out her hand. "Hey. Sorry, didn't mean to come off rude there. It's nice to meet you, in person and all that."

[fly_like_pie]

Such inappropriate thoughts could only make The Pie Maker feel cramped in his personal bubble, but unlike Olive Snooks who had no problem doing so, the unexpressed thoughts helped the Pie Maker remain content with this new acquaintance. He shook her hand with confidence.

"I don't mind, not at all. Maureen, right?"