The Pie

Ethan still has that pie.

Sitting at the table, he digs into it, and from the moment the first morsel touches his tongue he feels his knees shake. Delicious seems too small of a word for the decadent fork full of food in his mouth. Lots of things are delicious, but this... This! Ethan doesn't waste any time thinking up a better word, instead favoring just shoving more of the pie into his greedy mouth.

While Ethan wasn't sure how long a pie is 'supposed' to last, he couldn't imagine he was meant to eat it in one sitting. And yet he did. Rubbing his belly, groaning softly, Ethan stares at the empty pan. He's full, but not painfully so. With all the hustle of moving out here, he really hasn't eaten much in the past few days, and was overdue for a truly filling meal. Breathing deeply, Ethan thinks he should really thank Layla for the pie, and recalling what she said about returning the pan, he could do it sooner rather than later.

However...

The day had grown late, and after all the cleaning he had done and the earlier walk he was quite tapped out.

He would just have to thank her when she came to pick it up.

{if Heather Affection =10} A buzz from his phone catches his attention. Pulling it from his pocket he sees Heather finally responded.{endif}