Don raised his eyebrows. She was almost making this too easy. Gentlemanly, he declined, though he couldn't resist pulling out yet another cigarette. He tapped on the outside of the case, a habit he had picked up in Korea.
He scribbled another thing down on his notebook - simply the words "pie + Bryer's".
He gestured at her pie. "You really ought to have some ice cream on that," he announced simply, calling over the waitress. He did not wait for Lily to protest, and ordered a scoop of vanilla ice cream for the pie.