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[sunbaked_baker]

If you smell pie as you enter the bar this evening, it's not your imagination. One of the central tables is laden with pies. Pumpkin pies, pumpkin cheesecakes, sweet potato pies, apple pies, apple-caramel pies, cherry pies... so many different kinds!

And there's a familiar baker sitting nearby, and a little sign:

Pies for sale, just in time for Thanksgiving!
Buy or order yours today!
Pumpkin
Pumpkin cheesecake
Apple
Apple-Caramel
Cherry
Cherry-Apple
Cranberry Tart
Pecan
Chess Pie
Other kinds by request

$15 per whole pie
$2.50 per slice

Comments

[forgottenmotley]

Oooh... pie.

The Fool drifts over to the yummy scent of pie and leans against a chair at the center table. His hat falls over his face and he pushes it back up onto his head, the paper crown tumbling onto the table.

"Those smell lovely."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Thank you," Sunshine smiles brightly at him. "I baked them myself, earlier today."

[forgottenmotley]

"All of them, by yourself? That must have taken you a while!" he says and looks highly impressed.

Of course the Fool's cooking skills extend to putting potatoes in the fire and baking them.

[sunbaked_baker]

"A good part of the afternoon, yeah," she smiles. "But I'm used to it. I'm Head Baker at my stepfather's coffeehouse back home - so baking good stuff is what I do."

[forgottenmotley]

"Dreamy..." The Fool gives a breathless smile.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae laughs lightly, the sunlight-web set into a skin and hair glimmering faintly as she moves.

"Sweet of you to say, but you haven't even tried them yet!" Teasing him? Just a little. Maybe.

[forgottenmotley]

He pulls back and adjusts his hat somewhat. "Am I allowed to try your pies?"

There's something wrong with how he says that.

Just... wrong.

[a1enzo]

"Chess pie?"

Now there's a mental image.

[sunbaked_baker]

"Yep," Rae grins, tilting the chess pie up so he can see. "I got the recipe from an old lady who moved up to New Arcadia after the Wars."

[a1enzo]

Looks custardy.

"What's that got to do with chess?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Is custardy. Butter, sugar, eggs, and a bit of cream baked in a pie shell until marvelous.

"The game? Nothing," she replies. "But that's its name."

[a1enzo]

"Oh. Weird."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Not really." Rae shrugs at him.

"Some say it's a corruption of 'cheese pie,' which is silly because there's no cheese in it. Others say it's a corruption of 'chest pie,' because it's so sweet it can be kept in a pie chest without refridgeration and it won't go back. Still others say it's just a corruption of 'Just pie.'"

What are you making?
Jes' pie.

[biggerstingers]

Janet does not fly up following a cartoon vapor from the pies. She walks, because getting people to take money that isn't the right size is tricky as all get out.

"Oh man," she says looking between different pies, "Did you make all of these?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae grins brightly, "I sure did. This time of year is perfect for pie."

"...Of course, any time of year is perfect for pie, but autumn is just more perfect."

[biggerstingers]

"I going to be doing so much training to burn this off," says Janet cheerfully before she starts digging for money, "What other kinds do you make besides these and can I book regular deliveries?"

A slice of fresh pie beats a bowl of cereal cold in the morning.

[sunbaked_baker]

"If you want a full list of what I bake, you'd best sit down - I hope you don't have any appointments," Rae grins. "I'm a professional baker, back home. I can bake just about any kind of pie, bread, sweet or savory, roll, cake, you name it."

"Though my best sellers have always been my own creations. Cinnamon Rolls As Big As Your Head, Bitter Chocolate Death, Killer Zebras, Chocoholia, Meringuamania, Lemon Lechery, Caramel Cataclysms.... you get the idea. The less redeeming social value a specific piece of baked deliciousness has, the more I specialize in it."

[biggerstingers]

"For food that smells like this I'll make time," says Janet as she finally produces and puts down a pair of twenties, "Guide me please, great baker. What should I have first?"

[sunbaked_baker]

That's a considerable amount of money to be getting right away. Forty blinks would get her two whole pies and half of another in individual slices.

"Well, usually I start people off on a cinnamon roll, but all I have are pies, today. It's a pie time of year. And specifically autumny pies, like pumpkin, sweet potato, pecan and apple, sweet and spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg. Which would you like to try first?"

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

Juliet remembers Sunshine and her delicious wares. It's nearly Thanksgiving back home, and she's thinking of a semi-special request when she sees Sunshine.

"Hi! How've you been, Sunshine?"

[sunbaked_baker]

"Hi there," Rae smiles. "Juliet, right? I've been all right for the most part, ups and downs - how about you?"

By 'ups and downs,' Rae means that she's had significant headway in vampire diplomacy and in the use of magic, but she has also been suffering from the violent loss of her apprentice and the stress brought about by security around her being tightened against her will.

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

Juliet grins. "Yep! And it's going along pretty well. We just wrapped another big case back home."

Sunshine would get a wide-eyed look of amazement if she knew that - one day she will.. The biggest problem she's had in the past couple of days would be Shawn using her colander to strain his macaroni and cheese.

"You mentioned you do requests," she holds out a tiny slip of paper, "I have a tiny proposition."

[sunbaked_baker]

"Spartan!" Rae says in the tones of one saying Nice! in an approving/congratulatory tone.

"I do big propositions, too!" she assures her, chuckling as she takes the piece of paper.

[craftylildoodlepumpkin]

The compliment strikes Jules as unusual for a second, but she smiles when she catches on her meaning. "This one's only medium-sized."

On the piece of paper are somewhat incoherent instructions in a hand that's not Juliet's own for the making of a cinnamon custard pie.

"My boyfriend finally squeezed his favorite recipe out of a vendor at the cinnamon festival he goes to every year. I can't quite make everything out." She shrugs. "Could you help me with the missing bits?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae laughs, reading over the instructions. "I will somehow overcome my intense jealousy that there is a cinnamon festival in your world, and see what I can do. I bet I can help. Some of the coffeehouse regulars back home have requested old, half-remembered family recipes, before."