[GP/EP] Pie for Pi Day

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The only ones who might have known yesterday held any significance were Jag and Sunny, and if they did, they also knew her well enough to know she wasn't big on celebrations. Her one tradition, a new deck for her birthday, hadn't been possible this year, since she hadn't found anything like a tarot deck on Asphodel Station. But that was okay.

Pi Day, on the other hand, was worth celebrating. Everybody liked pie. Last week, she'd talked to Pike, who had been curious and excited about a holiday for pie, and seemed eager to help. Yesterday, she'd put a notice on the bulletin board, hand-lettered over a watercolor scene of pies and more pies. She'd also made ice cream in a variety of flavors, since she wasn't Bobby to freeze it on demand, in less time than it took to prepare the custard base. Today, she left the non-pie food preparation to Ignis, the chicken chef, and anyone who wanted to fend for themselves.

Today, along with Pike and anyone else who wanted to and knew what they were doing, Emma baked pies. Fruit pies and cream pies. Quiche and pot pies. Shepherd's pie and meat pies. Hand pies, savory or sweet, baked or fried. As close as she could get to real Brooklyn-style pizza this far from Brooklyn. Some were decorated with the symbol π or the first few digits of the number it represented, as a vent in a top crust, piped in whipped cream, or carefully laid out in caramelized onions depending on the pie. And because she couldn't resist the visual pun any more now than she could the first time she celebrated Pi Day at the castle, a square apple pie (one of Bobby's favorites) and cherry tart (a recipe she'd learned from Sabine, the fruits a deep ruby red against white cream and pale crust that would have appealed to her cousin's aesthetics).

It wasn't the same as Pi Day at the castle, but there was a bustle and energy as people moved between the kitchens, the bakery, and the cafe, sitting to talk over a slice, or helping each other choose what to taste next. As long as Emma stayed busy, she could enjoy the memories without dwelling on the people she missed.

And there was pie. Everybody likes pie.

Comments

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_oryinsilence]

"It's –" Maya started, then paused, a lag before she closed her mouth, frowning. "It's something between an aesthetic and an attitude." She shook her head. "It's hard to describe, more an 'I know it when I see it' thing."

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_illfleshandblood]

"Maybe start with why you'd think I am one, then?" Jackson offered evenly.

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_oryinsilence]

Maya looked him over, deciding how to start. "The plaid, for one thing. Old timey, to me, facial hair. Your signature hat. It's no so much I thought you were a hipster, as I couldn't be certain you weren't. But talking with you, I was fairly sure. You don't have the 'I'm too cool for your mundane existence' vibe."

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_illfleshandblood]

"They don't sound like very recommendable gentlemen," Jackson remarked, and smiled slightly. "Brilliant taste in clothing aside."

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_oryinsilence]

"To be fair, 'hipster' isn't exactly used as a nice term, and it's not what they usually call themselves." Something Maya was usually aware of, having had labels put on herself and her people regardless of what they called themselves. "It's mostly for people complaining about them. But at best, I've found them boring, they're usually so focused on being ahead of the curve and being seen as better or different from everybody else."

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_illfleshandblood]

"They sound... very full of themselves," Jackson settled on. Better than 'like stuck up pricks', he figured.

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_oryinsilence]

"Something like that," she agreed. "But at least we've established you aren't one."

Re: Jackson & Maya

[st_illfleshandblood]

He wasn't stuck up, anyway. Jackson gave her a wry smile. "Here's to a lunch well spent."