"Oh, I like all pies," she said almost too quickly. She paused for a moment, blushing that she'd rushed into the topic so rapidly. "I mean, every flavor I've tried, I've enjoyed thus far. I've never had mince, myself. But I hear that it's lovely." That was how she should have reacted to begin with.
It felt a little strange, inviting a strange girl into her home, but somehow Rowan felt a kinship with her already. It was a risk to take, anytime a stranger was allowed into the home, but to make friendships certain risks needed to be taken. This wasn't like that whole debacle with the wolf. This was a girl. A girl who, like Rowan, liked pie. There was nothing altogether wrong with getting together to share a common interest, was there?
Certainly not. And Mother Goose would have agreed, she was sure.
In fact, Mother Goose probably would have invited them both in to share in many slices of pie, along with fresh milk and other recently made goodies. Rowan had been spending a good amount of time with Mother Goose and was thus determining that friendship with that woman was murder to her waistline. Already her dresses and skirts felt a bit tighter. That wasn't good.
"I'm pretty open to whatever kind of pie you want."