"What do you mean, why? I'm a chronic pacer, I can hardly sit still on my own. If I had a smaller apartment, I'd make ruts." *I look at Acon for a moment, before looking at the coffee table, and spotting the pie.* "Oh, jeeze! I forgot you brought that! Here, I'll get a knife, and we can dish it out, sound good?" *I walk over to the kitchen, and rifle through the cabinets.* "Knife...knife...keh neff eh...knife...A-ha!" *I walk over to the coffee table, holding a small, serrated steak knife. I cut the pie into several slices, and walk back to the kitchen, grabbing a serving tool, plates, and two forks. I set one plate and fork in front of Acon.* "There we go." *I dish out two pieces.* "You said you made this?"
