It was always worth going out of her way when Joker was that enthusiastically grateful for their fun. Even if it nearly meant possible concussions or broken windows from flying bakeware. Mixing more crust dough, Juliet counted what was rolled and how much more was needed. This was going to take some juggling. Preferably not mentioned aloud lest J try that. “What district is in need of a good pie in the face?”
"Mmm." The Palisades were always a possibility, but the police response times there were just so quick. Corrosive pies in a place like the Narrows were just a little too, well, not expected, exactly, but obvious. She bit at her lip as she ran through the options. "Uh, what's the latest district the political types have set their sights on?" That always happened around election time: some neighborhood would become the focus of attempts to clean things up. Things like chemical pie filling.
