He smiles and cracks his knuckles dramatically, like he's going to ask really tough questions, but in actuality, he's just curious about the basics. "Okay," he says, ruffling his hair one more time and finally giving up trying to fix it, "How old're you? Where're you from? What's your favorite color?"
Those seem like important things to know about someone. Those are just the building blocks to learning who they really are as a person. But there're other questions, too, things he wonders about Ned in a more deep and intimate sense, and he figures he might as well tack those questions on, too.
"What was the first pie you ever made? Why pie and not cake -- why'd you decide to be the pie guy? If you could serve pie to anyone in the world, living, dead, famous, or unheard of, who would it be?"
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Those seem like important things to know about someone. Those are just the building blocks to learning who they really are as a person. But there're other questions, too, things he wonders about Ned in a more deep and intimate sense, and he figures he might as well tack those questions on, too.
"What was the first pie you ever made? Why pie and not cake -- why'd you decide to be the pie guy? If you could serve pie to anyone in the world, living, dead, famous, or unheard of, who would it be?"