“Well…” Sharon began playfully. “I did almost throw pie crust on the ceiling in surprise but I refrained myself. Took a lot of strength too. Just throwing that out there.” She said with a cheesy shifty-eye look as he helped her get everything ready. While he was off getting the movie, or movies, from his place, she finished the mixture for the apple pie and placed it inside of the crust filled pie pan and began to place the strips of the dough gently across the top of pie… that was until he came back in and asked a question that she couldn’t help but laugh.

As she was attempting to delicately place the strip of crust on top of another her head dropped and her hand movements froze as to not mess up. At first, there was silence; you could hear a feather hit the floor in her apartment before a small giggle began. It grew gradually more and more as it settled in that he was referring to the graphics. Soon the poor blonde was nearly in tears as she was using the counter for balance. “I’m…. I’m…. S…. Ssss…. Sssssooorrrrryyyyyyy.” She said through her laughter as she attempted to control her breathing. She hadn’t laughed this hard in so many years, her whole house seemed to brighten because of her laughter, she was happy and her house seemed happier because of it.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She said again, “I’ve never had someone say it was because of better… better….” She pressed her lips together tightly swallowing another laugh. “quality. No. It’s more… more like.” She took in another deep breath calming herself down. “Episode one, two and three are past experiences that lead to four, five and six. So you watch four, five and six; then you learn about the backstory in one, two and three.” She finished placing the last layer on top of the pie before pulling open her oven and sliding the pie in. 

“I’m sorry I laughed Steve.” She said in an apologetic tone as she stood upright and shut the oven door. She turned to him, giving him a truly apologetic look and smile. “I really am. I shouldn’t have and I apologize.” Her hope was that he wasn’t mad at her for doing so, nor would he be too embarrassed to stick around and watch the movies with her; much less eat the apple pie since he was the reason she was making it. She bit the corner of her bottom lip hoping and praying that he’d say that he would stay. And hopefully understand that she didn’t mean it in an insulting manner. Though… well it could have came across like that, easily… damnit.