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text for q;

[piecrust]

So, hypothetically speaking, how would you feel if I told you I'd gone to the hospital today because I'd burned myself? Hypothetically.

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How badly are you hypothetically burned?

[piecrust]

Hypothetically enough to wear a bandage for a few days and go back to have it changed. Hypothetically. I have antibiotics.

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What was the hypothetical situation that caused this?

And, also, in this hypothetical hospital, are you alone?

[piecrust]

Hypothetically baking someone's favorite pie. It's burned now. I never burn pie. It was traumatic.

I'm alone, I'm fine.

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A burnt arm should be the more traumatic part.

Whose favourite pie?

[piecrust]

No, I've never burnt a pie, Jon, never.

It's a secret. Hypothetically.

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[ And guess who is using his abilities to track you down. ]

What caused you to get so distracted, Neddard?

[piecrust]

[ Ned forgets that Q can do these things, and probably isn't even considering that option. ]

Nothing. I didn't get distracted. I didn't burn myself. All is swell at the Pie Hole.

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There is not an emoji for a disbelieving look, unfortunately.

[piecrust]

Okay, so Olive came in early. I was working hard, and she said hi and there when the pie and it's all over the floor. Stained.

I'm surprised you haven't created an emoji for it.

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Creating art is not in my skill set. That's your job in this couple.

Are you all right?

[piecrust]

It's not in mine. I make pie, not art. Pie, Jon.

[ because he's not clear enough, obviously. ] I'm fine. It's sore, but I'm back to baking. Can't keep the shop down for long, you know.

I miss you.

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Darling, stop calling me Jon.

[ How many drugs have they given him? ]

You are shutting down the shop for the rest of the day. I am nearly there.

[piecrust]

But that's your name.

[ he really shouldn't be operating any baking equipment. He didn't know the pain meds were that strong. ]

I've a dozen or so pies left to bake. There are customers in seats, enjoying pie.

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My name is Jonathan, if you remember calling it out last night.

I am afraid you'll loose appendages if you keep on.

[piecrust]

I remember very well, thank you. But Jonathan is a lot to type. Jon is three letters. Like Ned.

I will not lose appendages. I'm a good baker.

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How you make even this adorable is baffling.

You are an excellent baker and do not have to prove it.

[piecrust]

So is that permission to call you Jon on text? Because it really is much easier.

But I do have to prove the dough for the crust.

[ see, see what he did? definitely should not be operating equipment. ]

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[ Right. He's calling Olive right now to make her take away all of his anythings to cook with and make him sit at a booth to wait for him.

A few moments later. ]

Only for text.

[piecrust]

... You called Olive.

I don't know how to feel about this, Jonnie-boy.

[ Sweet, sweet payback. ]

I'm fine, I promise.

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[ You are very lucky he loves you, Ned. ]

I hope so. You gave me a fright.

[piecrust]

[ And you are very lucky he adores you, Q. ]

I am. Was. Until you sicked Olive on me. She insists I need the best of care. She swears by her nursing ability. Might go to hers for a nap.

[ Is this still sweet payback? It is. ]

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If it gets you out of the kitchen.

[piecrust]

You are not the man I fell in love with.

I avoided her. Politely. Because I love you. I went back to my apartment. Though I think I've misplaced the key.

[ or maybe it's because the world's a bit spinny from the medication? ]