Pie?

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In the U.S.A.
And if she could only hear me,
This is what I'd say,
Honey pie, you are making me crazy.

It was a gracious occasion, for a weyrlingmaster and the Weyrwoman to grace Crescent with their presence. However, they came searching for clues. With Kalith and Kerath on the heights, Fajra led the way down to the alleys of market shops and across the unused fields that would have been filled with gather events had it been a gather. She hunted for pies. The kitchens would be a last resort. That didn't seem like it would be a place to put a clue. Too big a chance of burning. Either way, W'al snagged a pie from a tray and waved her over. They'd found what they were looking for at the hold. Pies. Now, they just needed to try to find a clue. W'al offered her a pie. She took it and divided it neatly in two, taking one absent bite before peering around. Bubbly pies, and what other pies that existed, were gather and market food. The Weyr didn't have them often. Dalibor didn't get many berries or good fruits to make them. They had fish, meats, and more rugged vegetables and grasses, good for bread and crusts, fewer fruits available. They weren't Bay, where the Weyrwoman had grown up. The pies were better there. She continued to nibble at hers anyway as they hunted. W'al devoured his.

Oh honey pie my position is tragic,
Come and show me the magic,
Of your Hollywood song.
You became a legend of the silver screen.

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Nothing happens, fortunately for Fajra, as it would be quite difficult to booby trap the poor people of Crescent.

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