After an hour or two of contemplation, Lizzy came to her conclusion. After all, what could she possibly lose by baking the pie? Worst case scenario, she didn't get anything out of it and they were left with a delicious pie to snack on. Best case, she got a man who strangely liked pies. It was odd, and surely there was something more to this that Clara wasn't quite noticing. Lizzy would figure it out sooner than later, though, she figured.
After class, the two girls went to Lizzy's house, and remained in her basement, where her grandparents used to live. There was a kitchen set and everything, and, after ensuring the fire extinguisher was close at hand, started reading the cookbook as to how to make a pie. It took them awhile, with many moments where they burst into fits of giggles as they spilled the ingredients down their shirts, but, in the end, they produced a pie.
"It's not good enough," Lizzy mumbled to herself, "We have to try again."
"Again? We just worked on--"
"Practice makes perfect," Lizzy replied with a shrug, "This first one is just okay. We'll snack on it, see what's wrong, and then go at it again, okay?"
"Uh, sure."
And so the girls went at it, going through several pies before finally producing the perfect specimen. Still, that left them with several old pies. What to do with them...?
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