"Doesn't tha' smell jus' delicious Victor?"
"Yes mum."
"An' don it jus' look devine?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Jus' look at tha' bea-Utiful crust!"
"It's very nice."
"Did you know tha' as a little girl I always wanted to run me very own bakery?"
"Yes, you told me the last time you made a pie, and the time before that, and the time befor-"
"It's true, I did. I always thought to me self, I just love pies an' cakes an' I'd a jus' loved to make um fer a hobby. But when I started to try an' make em, they just started tuh disappear!"
"Where you perhaps eating said pies and cakes?"
"Gracious no! I jus' had a little taste of each, whatch you implying boy? You think that I ate them all up?"
"No! No! It was just a thought that-that you might want some of your wonderful pies!"
"…"
"…"
"I'm sure."
"Truly that's what I meant mother."
"Well, I jus'-I-I-I jus' feel bad now Victor. Look ya' make your mam cry! How could you! I-I," honk, "I think, that I'm jus' gonna eat this on me own now."
"All by yourself?"
"By me onesom. So don't ask fer any!"