"Yes, always," Gertrude nodded, offering Piotr a smile. She didn't truly understand what either of them was going through (most of the injured students avoided regular meals - which meant she was avoided, as well), but if there was any way having pie in his stomach would aid his heart, a relationship she believed in, then she would get pie in his stomach. Beginning towards the fridge, her head was hidden behind the door when Piotr's fist slammed the counter; her hand paused on the wrapped pie dish. She didn't blame him.
Stepping out with the blueberry pie in her hand, she closed the fridge and placed the dish on the counter. Considering Piotr's question as she sliced off a piece, she glanced back and laughed, explaining, "Rooster in wine. Fancy chicken stew." Placing two small dishes in a microwave, she warmed up the pie, saying, "I'll try to make some tomorrow for lunch." Nice, old-fashioned comfort food might ease some tensions. After the microwave dinged, she took the plates and forks, placing a set in front of Piotr and offering one to Jean Paul with a, "Would you like some?"