Juliet's watching him, watching his body language and the way he talks about this she, whoever she is. Turning away, she pours coffee for both of them and sits down, handing him a mug.
"Well, pies..." she laughs a little. "I would have appreciated a fresh baked pie some days. Come home and everything smells like baked cinnamon and apples." Her face softens and she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "Well, I'm from Florida so my heart has to be with the Marlins. But during an official interrogation, I might answer with Boston, too."
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Date: 2011-01-01 04:33 am (UTC)"Well, pies..." she laughs a little. "I would have appreciated a fresh baked pie some days. Come home and everything smells like baked cinnamon and apples." Her face softens and she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "Well, I'm from Florida so my heart has to be with the Marlins. But during an official interrogation, I might answer with Boston, too."