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[the_mongoose]

He hasn't made many pies in his lifetime.

Fish, Will is good at. Baked, fried, pan-seared, Will's made them every which way, but lately the gutting holds no appeal. Besides, pie is the one good memory Will has of that day that began in the middle of the road. Pie is what he owes her.

Standing in front of Sookie's door, Will runs a hand over his rumpled clothes, listening in consternation to the pills rattling in his pocket until they settle. The pie's not even warm anymore after its trek across town, but it's no more than an hour old, fresh and clutched between Will's hands beneath a checkered towel.

With a last sigh, Will adjust his glasses and knocks.

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[justsookie]

Even though Sookie's name is listed in the public directory, she doesn't expect visitors. There are some people from work who have stopped by her apartment, and Jason and Lafayette certainly stop by regularly, but there aren't any new friends that Sookie would consider constant enough for a random visit. Carefully padding through her apartment, Sookie keeps her ears open as she approaches the door, heart pounding before recognition finally dawns.

Quickly turning on a few of the lights in the apartment to add to the muted sunshine from an overcast sky, Sookie unlocks her door and smiles widely.

"Will!" she exclaims, stepping forward to kiss his cheek. "Oh, it's so good to see you! I didn't know you were comin' — and, oh my gosh." She presses a hand to her chest, gaze falling on the pie. "Is that to share? Come in, please."

[the_mongoose]

Dim as his memories are of that day, Will had known to expect this kind of greeting. Still, he nearly shrinks for the bubbly onslaught, adjusting his glasses needlessly until he can muster a smile.

"I can't vouch for its tastiness," he admits, stepping into her home, curiosity blooming despite his best efforts. He doesn't mean to snoop. That doesn't mean he can stop himself noticing that her tablecloth is the same one he'd imagined.

"I apologize, I should have called first. There's no need for me to stay."

[justsookie]

"It was made with love; I'm sure it tastes wonderful," Sookie says, lightly coaxing the pie from his hands and easily nudging the door closed with the heel of her foot. She tilts her head to invite him further inside.

While she hasn't been in the city quite enough to bring in all of the little accents she needs to make it home, Sookie's gone all out with the furniture. To a certain extent, it feels like a safe investment to make; for someone who wants to eventually move into a house, to be able to transplant so much of her home helps her be less afraid of being boxed in such a crowded building.

"And don't worry about calling ahead of time; I'm just glad that I was here and not working. You know, back in Bon Temps, everyone would stop by each other's houses without warning," continues Sookie, placing the pie neatly in the center of the dining table and tugging a chair out for Will to sit in, before turning on her heel to step into the kitchen area, searching for a knife, forks, plates, and checking to make sure the sweet tea in her fridge was a decent temperature. "How have you been feeling, by the way? You look like you're doin' so much better than the last time we saw each other."