[Gaius is in the kitchen. As much as it's a relief that everything's said and done and no one's gone and died, there's still plenty of things that weigh on the thief's mind. He knows he needs to say something, but he doesn't know how he'd go about apologizing for trying to kill anyone, even if it had been under an outside influence.
He's stalling and he knows it, but it helps take his mind off of things a little. This is something he likes to do, and he hopes others can enjoy it as well, once it's done.
By the smell of it, it does seem just about ready.
Gaius pulls the pie out, setting it carefully on the table. He'd gone easy on the sugar, and he hopes he didn't overdo it on the cinnamon. At least it smelled pretty good.]
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He's stalling and he knows it, but it helps take his mind off of things a little. This is something he likes to do, and he hopes others can enjoy it as well, once it's done.
By the smell of it, it does seem just about ready.
Gaius pulls the pie out, setting it carefully on the table. He'd gone easy on the sugar, and he hopes he didn't overdo it on the cinnamon. At least it smelled pretty good.]