Her mouth opened for a moment, gears in her brain almost visibly turning before a touch of color rose to her cheeks and she smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, Captain. I’m better at the Hawking quoting game than the Sagan quoting game.”
“Extinct? Well, we can’t have that. Any particular kind you’re craving, or is your stomach just demanding pie in general?”
“Yeah, well, I got a few years on ya for quote memorization,” he grinned, wiggling his bushy eyebrows. “Fret not, Sunshine, Hawking’s good too. Just not as out of this world as Sagan.”
Boo, bad pun, terrible, the worst.
“Mmm I could go for peach, but I’ll take what I can get. Y’think Greasy’s’ got anything good in that stationary pie spinner of theirs?”
She stared at him for a moment after his little ‘out-of-this-world’ comment, fighting to keep her face expressionless as she let out a small sigh. “I cannot believe. I cannot believe.”
That was a lie. She could very easily believe that he had just made that joke.
Another sigh slipped past her lips, overdramatic and exaggerated, as the ginger wrapped an arm around her loser and snorted before tugging him along.
“I’ve heard some good things about the key lime.”











