bad humour + good story (hopefully)

cinnamon carrot apple pie

I had potato cutlets. Honestly so good. Better than i could ever cook. I've never been good at cooking. I know they say im good at everything but cooking isn't my cup of tea. or vodka. do people drink vodka in cups? I dunno.

I'm climbing the stairs to get to Cross' room.
Still smells of cinnamon even outside the room

"Come in!" he says after i knock.
He's putting on his jacket.

"Going somewhere?" I ask casually, as if ive been living here my entire life. I do that to not seem awkward.
He doesn't mind.

"Just an errand, its my turn with the groceries" he says, as he opens a mini fridge and takes out a piece of apple pie.
"Want some? its got uh carrots, apple and cinnamon"

So thats the thing
"Can i really?"
"Yeah, here take a slice!" he gently puts a slice of pie in my hand.

I know i just had breakfast, but a slice wouldn't hurt.
Plus he's so nice.

I eat it, gobble it rather. I thank him for the pie and he leaves the room after putting it back in the fridge.

Now what do I do?
Nightmare must be busy.

...
Oh right-
The work I had...
I have to send off Ink and Blue.