[Crap, two sentences in and Chekov already messed up. Good job, Pavel. Just keep trying to do the thing that you're terrible at, see if anything good ever comes of it.] You can, but you seldom do. I was surprised.
I have something for you. [He digs in the messenger bag slung over his shoulder until he finds a paper bag, which he offers to Reid.] Small pies. Chuck made them, not me, so I promise that they're edible.