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[lyingheart]

Free meat pies. Very large. Not poisoned. No weird meat.

Contact me if you want one.

Signed,
Annie

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[chimaerically]

Please, call me Falin! And yes, absolutely; if you just give me an apartment number, I can be right there!

[ And that is exactly what she does once Annie tells her where to meet her — she shows up, cradling a large jar of chunky, orange-coloured jam, labelled in neat handwriting: “Sentient Peach Monster, 1st summer”. ]

Hi! Annie, right? I wasn’t sure which jar you’d like, so I took the biggest!

[lyingheart]

( Annie actually has the pie in hand as well, and given it's a whole dang pie, balances it and answers the door to see Falin, now in the flesh versus on messages. Her eyes drop to the large jar with its label, but orange is...

... Okay, if she thinks hard, there are reasons it'd be unpleasant. Annie doesn't let herself think on it at all. )

... Smaller would have been fine, but thank you.

( There's no easy way to do this exchange of Large Objects at the door, so Annie steps back and glances toward the kitchen area. )

Come in. ( Making the pie lift a little: ) This one's for you.