WHO: Chuck Charles and Christine Chapel. WHAT: Pie and chatting, most likely. WHEN: Afternoon. WHERE: Ned and Chuck's pie shop. RATING: G or PG at most. STATUS: In Progress.
The Pie Maker was out for a bit, so the girl called Chuck was minding the pie shop. She didn't mind so much, because the time alone gave her time to think. Ned had been avoid-y lately. And she didn't like it when Ned was avoid-y. There was something he wasn't telling her, and she couldn't help but wonder what it was. The last time there had been something he wasn't telling her, it was that he'd accidentally killed her father by making his mother alive again, but she doubted it was anything nearly so bad as all that. Maybe he'd met someone. A nice girl who liked pie and who could hold his hand without oven mitts and kiss him without plastic wrap. She sincerely hoped that wasn't the case. She sighed and wiped off the counter, then looked up as the bell above the door chimed, signalling that a customer had come in.
She saw a flash of blonde hair and instantly missed Olive just a little. "Hi," she said cheerfully, in spite of her current worries. "Welcome to the pie shop. What can I get for you today?"