in the mmph

“well you could....pie me in the ffmph” she replied as he took her up on the half offered suggestion and just smashed her with the first pie, not harmfully so, but not exactly gentle either as the pie tin and broken pastry slipped off her face.

“well that wasn't very nice you know” she stuck her tongue out at him.

“are you getting hungry yet?” he asked

“maybe a little...why?” she asked thinking she might know where this was going

“just thought I could get you a sandwich” he replied as he gave her a pie one before he used the 4th to give her a nice pie hat, using his hand to rub and smush them in as much as he could – not wanting to the fillings to go to waste of course.

The back and forth was finally beginning to attract more of an audience, as this lengthy messing had continued there were now more than a couple of customers waiting their own turn, with some even having apparently made a quick trip to the shops for their own supplies.

“any last words?” he asked as he moved the final pie he'd bought in his hands, subtly gesturing the gathering crowd she now had watching.

“give it to me” she defiantly replied trying to make a show of it “make a mess of me, I deserve it, just ram it in my mmpph” as once more she was cut off by a final pie to the face. He leaned in after and whispered so only she could hear “good girl, nice performance I think you've got them now. I think I'll hang around for a bit and keep you company..plus, I kinda like seeing you like this” he uncharacteristically shyly admitted, before taking a step back and letting the next customer begin their turn.