"It's good, anyway you like it. I'm sure you're far more of an expert on pie than I am at this point." But he'd smile more at her. It eased his face, at least a little bit, nursing a headache and insomnia or not. "You eat a lot of pie here, or do you get sick of it? But yeah, let me pay. I can, and I've been taking up your time."
So he felt like he should.
"Alright..." A little hesitant, but he'd eye the pie. He went for the filling, mostly - he really did have a sweet tooth, and he'd take one bite and then savor. "Mmm." Was appreciative. "It is nice. What is your favorite flavor?"