I've had this idea for a while so, here it is.
I, sadly, don't own Pushing Daisies.
Twenty two years, ten weeks, six hours and nineteen minutes old Stacey made her way down the street carrying her three week old Chihuahua Rat Terrier mix in her arms, both of them bundled up. She would've been fine in a light jacket but it would've brought unwanted attention to her and her dog. Unwanted and unneeded.
She felt her muscles relax as the familiar architecture of a pie crusted building came into view. The lights illuminating The Pie Hole from the inside promised a warmth that Stacey had been missing for quite sometime.
She smiled at the soft ring of the bell on top of the door and at the tall, lean figure of a man behind the counter. She sat on a stool setting the small dog down on the floor where he curled up by her feet. Pulling a menu out of the rack in front of her she skimmed its contents.
"Can I get you anything?" the menu was set down before a knowing smile lit up her features. "A cup of coffee and a slice of anything you can eat." The man dead panned.
"I recommend a slice of Triple Berry if that's what you mean." Stacey nodded. "Go ahead. I might not be able to eat it though." The man walked away then a tad confused at the girls words.
None of his customers knew about the way the ingredients he used came about. Not even the people that knew about his powers knew about the pies. So, who was this stranger who seemed to know more about him than he did her?