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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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[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I think I've heard that before.

If that's the case, feel free to call me Henry.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, there's three, seven, and some argue for thirteen, although that's really more of an unlucky one, if you ask me. 'Course, seven's always been my favorite number anyway. Do you have a lucky number? You ought to. I think everyone should. It's good for the spirit, y'know.

[Grinning ear-to-ear, she stands up, dusting her knees off with her hands, and offers her hand to shake] Well then, it's wonderful to meet you, Henry!

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I have a lucky number. How about ten, it's three and seven put together.

[Grinning ear to ear as well, taking her hand and shaking it enthusiastically] And it's lovely to meet you as well, Dorothy.