"Sure," She replied. "I know Mary offered to help too. I mean, I grew up basically in Liz's parents' diner so I know some stuff. It's just about getting the pies to taste like my mom's. Everyone loved her coconut cream one too."

Maria leaned on the counter as she thought about home for a moment. She thought about Michael in the kitchen smelling like disgusting grease and she actually missed it.

"Nothing really to do here, but get better at stuff, right?" She said.