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[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam is on the journal! And for once, it's not because he's looking for people to hire. He's actually been spending a lot of time in the shop because he's avoiding things in the castle, but even he can't keep himself isolated forever.

Plus he takes his job as a pie shop owner very seriously.]

So, I was thinking that just because we live in a magical castle with unlimited resources doesn't mean there can't be deals, right?

Right.

[he sounds less confident than he should, but he's not used to doing advertising. He usually is the guy trying not to stand out.]

So for the rest of the week the Pie Hole is having a buy one get one free deal on our cup pies. Swing by, maybe try something new, bring a friend -- have some pie. We look forward to seeing you.

[and with that, he will go back to doing what he was doing.]

Comments

[Dictated]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

... What kind of pie?

[You have piqued her interest, Pie Man]

dictated forever }

[imnot_likeyou]

Gimme a sec.

[and in a minute he will paste the menu into the journal.]

The cup pies are the ones that are on sale.

Re: dictated forever }

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Ooh. The brownie one looks good. But, that Kahlua pie looks pretty damn tasty too...

Why you gotta have so many good pies, Pie Man?

[imnot_likeyou]

It's my job. Plus, I think my brother would disown me if I had a pie shop without any decent pies.

dictated;

[gottaknockhard]

[So that's what a perfectly adjusted person sounds like. Figures it'd be Sam.]

Nice pitch.

dictated forever }

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam? Perfectly adjusted? HA.]

Thanks. I'm surprised more people don't advertise stuff.

[gottaknockhard]

[For a guy he remembers dying a while back, he seems to have come a long way.]

Nobody thinks to do something practical with free broadcasting. Maybe you'll start a trend.

[mispronunciates]

... What .... is a cup pie?

[imnot_likeyou]

It's a mini pie? Think of it as a pie for one.

[mispronunciates]

Ooh. That definitely sounds like my kind of pie! Where is this Pie Hole you speak of, o vendor of deliciousness?

[persequor]

[ ...that just sounds like a lot of pies to make. ]

Will I have to bake too?

[imnot_likeyou]

[it is a lot of pies to make. Sam may be possibly underestimating how well he thinks this will do.]

No. Clow and Peeta should be able to handle it.

[persequor]

[ EXTREMELY LOUD SIGH OF RELIEF--urk. Journal's still open. ]

Um, that's good.

[wield]

You're just the worst kind of enabler. You know that, right?

[imnot_likeyou]

I wouldn't call it enabling. I just think it's a good business practice.

[said ever-so-innocently.]

[wield]

What's wrong, Sammy? No one eating your pies?

[ She probably is coming off bitchy, but she's just teasing. Promise. ]

action;

[against]

[ Guess who decided to take a walk into town after listening to that sales pitch? Dean's still trying to wrap his head around that as he takes a seat by the counter. ]

Tell me this is all just some crafty but lame ploy to get hold of the ladies in town. Swing by, bring a friend. [ He clicks his tongue and nods his head in the direction of an apple pie. ] Cut me a slice, pie hole.

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam blinks a bit at Dean's sudden appearance, but he really should have known better. And please. Sam can get girls without pie, thanks.

But he does as he's told and places the slice down in front of his brother.]

It's my job, Dean. Not a ploy to get girls.

[against]

[ Yeah? Well, you know what they say. Practice makes perfect, and judging by his career choice, Dean's pretty sure his brother's been out of practice for a good long while now. (He also likes messing with him for kicks. This is nothing new.)

Dean picks up a fork and shoves a big piece of the pie into his mouth. He chews, nods and shoves another big piece in before he starts talking with his mouth full: ]

Whatever you say, Sammy. So is this where you've been holed up--- [ He pauses and lets out a slight grin just then. ] Holed up, Sam. Get it? Hole? Pie Hole? Now that's kind of funny. [ He snickers, and a tiny chunk of the pie falls out of his mouth, but he just shoves it back in with the next piece. Your brother is disgusting, Sam. ]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Miniture pies in cups?

Del is so totally there. Literally. She's slumped comfortably in a chair.

Because... pie.]

[imnot_likeyou]

[and when he spots her, he'll slide a plate over to her with a smile]

Hey, Del.

[fishy_go_byebye]

Helllllllo Sammy~

[She grins widely as the pie reaches her, and starts picking the crust apart with her fingers.]

[Action]

[legacydeck]

[And Clow is at work with the ovens and pie dough, but he has his journal open for the company while he works. After seeing that entry, he pokes his out from behind the baking supplies]

Should I make more of both sizes today, or do you think they'll just come for the little ones?

[imnot_likeyou]

[pauses as he thinks.]

Might not hurt to have some regular sized ones, just in case.

[legacydeck]

Alright~ We should be fine, though if it picks up too much, I can, ah, 'improvise' some more ovens. [With magic]