Jim looked up from his work, the scent of the warm pie catching his nose. It was a little early for the treat, but what the hey. He grinned and gestured for George to come in. "Don't let Rand catch you giving this to me. She'll be on my case. I think Bones put her up to it." He accepted the plate and dug into a bite of it, sighing. Damn, Sybok made a damn good pie. Cinnamon buried in it...
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Date: 2010-09-21 05:29 pm (UTC)