"I didn't say I didn't like it," she protested with a soft laugh. "I just said it was interesting. But no ... I don't recall. My mum wasn't ever much of a baker, and they didn't generally have pie and ice cream at school." She herself was an average baker, but she'd only tried her hand at a pie a time or two before giving it up as a bad job.
"I have had Coca-Cola," she insisted. "I had some with my lunch," she added with a playful little lift of her chin. "So there," she added with a light grin. It was very, very difficult to be mistrustful of people who would play along with her, she realized.
She wondered if she was going to have to rein in that particular trait, and she sighed inwardly at the idea of it. She forked a bit of the pie for herself, a little amused by the idea that if she didn't hurry up and finish it, he was going to.