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JGoB, Friday Afternoon
Friday, November 28th, 2025 01:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stykeraStark had, unsurprisingly, done nothing for the holiday yesterday. Today he'd gone out in search of pie. Which meant, naturally, that he'd found himself at Jeff, God of Biscuits looking at a case of pie trying to choose one.
He couldn't choose one. He ended up with small slices of pumpkin, chocolate pecan, and cranberry pie laid out in front of him on a table by the window. It was a reasonable compromise from wanting 3 entire pies that he likely wouldn't be able to finish on his own before they started to taste less delicious.
[open, obvs, for your baked good and/or alien needs]
He couldn't choose one. He ended up with small slices of pumpkin, chocolate pecan, and cranberry pie laid out in front of him on a table by the window. It was a reasonable compromise from wanting 3 entire pies that he likely wouldn't be able to finish on his own before they started to taste less delicious.
[open, obvs, for your baked good and/or alien needs]