3.14

[fredless]

[She'd been so distracted by Wesley, Fred almost let the day get away from her. Pi day, to be more specific about the entire thing. She couldn't even be certain why it mattered so much. There was the comfort found and math, yes. The idea of just what that number meant. But more than that it was a way she could mark the passage of time, she supposed. Add up her days in a place that didn't always make sense within the confines of something that absolutely and completely did.

So she stayed up most the night baking -- homemade, not wished -- apple pies. Apple pies with all the scents and spices and associations with a certain small kitchen in Texas. And despite the long hours, Fred came out the other side of it feeling better.

So now there was a familiar booth set up in the library, serving pie. Hot, fresh apple pie. With ice cream too, if somebody was so inclined. A small bowl of pins with a familiar symbol rested beside them]

Happy Pie Day, everybody. If you're interested, there's a bit of pie to go with it.

[More than a bit, actually]

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[midhitgrope]

[Rocco is browsing the library's shelves boredly, before the scent of apple pie grabs him and drags him over.]

... This place has a pie day?

Action it is!

[fredless]

A pi, pie day actually. If you want to get specific with things. Nothing official, really. This is more me than the castle.

[Fred plates a slice of the dessert and passes it over to the stranger]

Would you like some?

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[midhitgrope]

Pie-pie? What is that, some sorta Chinese festival?

[Oh, Rocco, all the tact. Still, you're weird, lady, but he's not turning down free pie.]

Thanks.

\o/

[fredless]

Pi pie.

[Fred points to the the small buttons in the bowl]

It's a mathematical symbol? It's mathematically represented by 3.14 most commonly. Or...March 14th?

Which brings us to the pie part. The pie that you eat, I mean.

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[just_monitoring]

Pie day. Now isn't that cute!

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[fredless]

That's not anything I really thought about? But there is pie.

Dictated

[just_monitoring]

I'll have to send Naomi for some, perhaps.

Dictated

[fredless]

[Fred thinks about that one]

I don't know if I know a Naomi.

...or a you, for that matter.

[hulloeverything]

Pi day? Oh that's brilliant! I could certainly go for some pie.

[fredless]

I'm down in the lobby. Feel free to stop by any time. There's plenty.

[hulloeverything]

[And he'll be down in no time flat, grinning as he makes his way over to the table]

Happy Pi day!

[fredless]

[That grin is infectious]

Somehow I'm thinking I won't have to explain it to you.

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[demonologist]

[Wesley has been in the library, up on the third floor. At some point he hears her setting up and watches from the railing. The pies smell wonderful. Even though he's always been taught not to eat in the library, he can't resist coming down to have a closer look.]

Is there really such a thing as a pie day?

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[fredless]

[Fred glances up at the voice, stopping where she's been wiping up some stray ice cream that's melted on the booth]

I don't know how widespread it is? But it's definitely something we celebrated in the physics department. Everybody would bring in different kinds.

[She gestures to the apple pies]

This is just what I know best.

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[demonologist]

[It's not intil he's right in front of her that he notices the pins; the symbol on them and the pies.]

Oh, you meant Pi.

[He smiles and shakes his head at his misunderstanding.]

Pi is a very important number, so I can see why there would be a special day for that.

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[fredless]

[It's strange, watching him acknowledge the pins. Because Wesley had been the one to gift them to her exactly one year before. They'd only just really managed to start speaking to the other then]

Well, you and I can appreciate the math of it all. [She flashes her a conspiratorial look] Honestly, I think most people just stop by for the food.

[Without asking the question Fred plates a large slice of a pie that's still warm from the oven and adds ice cream. Wordlessly she passes it to Wesley]

[spongetastic]

Pie Day already? Time flies.

[fredless]

That's pretty much the exact thought I had this morning.

[This year, especially, has felt especially quick]

[spongetastic]

What kind of pie did you make?

[imnot_likeyou]

[is wandering into the kitchen because he's out of Lucky Charms and the kitchen might have some, but instead he's met with the scent of pie.]

It smells really good in here.

[fredless]

[Fred glaces up, then smiles]

I'm glad. I might be in trouble if it didn't. Would you like some pie?

[imnot_likeyou]

[not that he doesn't spend all day around pie, but he might as well]

Sure, thanks.

[detectivegenius]

[He spends a lot of time in the library so it's no surprise he passes by. If they were just pies, he'd pass through, but the symbol on them makes him stop and think a moment.

Oh. Pi, March 14th. Of course. He makes his way over, smiling in quiet amusement at the pies.] I didn't even remember it was Pi day.

[fredless]

[Her own smile flickers, mostly just pleased that someone else actually recognizes the day for what it is]

It's ok, I almost managed to forget myself.

[detectivegenius]

It's been awhile since I've had some real pie... How much is it? [He doesn't want to just assume it's free.]