"I just helped, Emerson did most of the work." And he knew he was mostly just useful in cases when people died, and with a population as small as the island seemed to have he hoped murder wasn't as common here as it had been at home.
It was a little nerve-wracking to see her examining his pie, but he knew if he was ever going to let someone else cook for the Pie Hole, especially if he wasn't there, he would be pretty critical too. "Thanks but I uh, I already had some, you wouldn't happen to have something good for breakfast would you?" he asked before she could leave the table. He knew he couldn't eat the pie himself, the fruit would go rotten as soon as it touched his mouth, but he was a little hungry.