"Seems to me we might be best served by one - or two - classics, and one experimental pie. This way, we've options to fall back on, if everything goes wrong," Theodore suggested. "And theoretically, at least, there might be leftovers." Well, he hoped so, considering that stuffing themselves with pie sounded great in theory until the practice of the following day would roll around. And speaking of rolling around, that much pie might actually render him capable of such an act.
"Ah. I never wanted to, so I never left disappointed. But it was good to find someone I could have a good conversation with, I agree, not to mention someone who shares my, ah...rare background and talents, shall we say? The magical scene here isn't quite how I imagined. You think it would be burgeoning, really, but it's so fractured and decentralized." He paused, considered that. "Also means you didn't have to suffer a magical civil war and a near fall into chaos and darkness, so...upside?" The war was so long ago, now, it was easy to joke. But it had cost so much back then - his eye, his father, his innocence. However, it had also given him Jamie. It had been dangerous, back then, but so help him, he almost felt nostalgic about it all, now.