She follows, dipping into the pantry to retrieve a bottle of red, inhaling deeply. "I think you've outdone yourself. Don't you think, Dam?"
She sets the bottle down and moves behind him, her hands resting on his back. Her nose sniffs the air furiously. "What is that delicious -- sweet smelling -- is that pie?"
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She sets the bottle down and moves behind him, her hands resting on his back. Her nose sniffs the air furiously. "What is that delicious -- sweet smelling -- is that pie?"