Seems to her he's spent a lot of this afternoon dimpling up at her. Grinning, she sort of salutes him with her fork before she digs in.

And it's good. Warm with a touch of cinnamon, and she makes sure to get a little ice cream smeared on each bite of pie. "Not bad, right?"

Definitely not bad, and she's kind of pleased she suggested it. Even if it was yesterday and that pie went to waste.

The alternative to pie wasn't bad, either. No matter how tight-lipped she'll probably have to be about it.

"They've got a pretty good chocolate cheesecake, too."

Their key lime pie isn't as good as Keith's Diner's, though.