And that was what pie was for, sharing - or being unabashedly stolen, although one might say that it was what David deserved for leaving it unattended and uneaten for the better part of an hour.
The smile faded slowly, replaced by a look of thoughtful contemplation. "Agoraphobia," David repeated, "fear of strange or busy places, often associated with panic or anxiety disorders. Not an uncommon fear." He eyed her sideways, reaching out with one hand to spear a corner of pie on his fork. It was slightly hard to take questions seriously when they were asked around apple and sticky fingers, but he'd try.