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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Somebody's returned to the plane-- and this time she's got a rather large picnic basket hanging from the crook of her elbow. Kneeling, she takes the red-and-white checked blanket tucked into the top of the blanket and spreads it over the ground. From the basket she unpacks paper plates, forks, napkins, and...

And PIES. Lots and lots of fresh, hot, delicious-smelling home-baked pies.]

I promised pie, and pie I deliver. Anybody want a slice?

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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh! Hello, Doctor! I promised you pie, didn't I? I always keep my promises.

[Oh dear, she thinks he's the Other Ten.] I think it was strawberry rhubarb, wasn't it? Now what do you mean, larger on the inside?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

No, better save that. Other me's the one you want to give it to.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

But--... Oh! Oh! Oh, there's more than one of you, aren't there? Someone mentioned that before... You really do look just like him, you know, it's uncanny! Just like a flagpole with hair.

Aw, there's plenty of pie to go around. How about a slice anyway? I've got apple, and pumpkin! Or you could have some pecan, 'f you're so inclined.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Flagpole with hair?

Blimey, this incarnation must be skinny.

And oh, all right. Pecan.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't mean it in a bad way, really I don't! Only you're both so tall, is all!

[She BEAMS, and cuts a slice of pecan pie, handing it to him.] Never made this kind of pie before. Let me know what you think; I could always adjust the recipe for next time. Aunt Em wouldn't help me, said I ought to do it all myself, that that's how you get good at everything, but I'd have liked to at least have an expert there, y'know?