It was the eve of Christmas, 2009, and a time to be spent with loved one. Which, coincidentally, was exactly what a girl named Chuck was doing with a pie maker named Ned, her boyfriend, at that very moment, underneath the crust of a pie only 2 years, 5 months, 29 days, 4 hours and 48 minutes after she was alive-agained by said pie maker. The couple were both heavily wrapped in thick coats, gloves and scarves and also each other. Any passer-by would assume they were very much in love; and they were. The conversation flowed easily between them; focusing mainly, as it did most of the time, on the time Ned and Chuck spent away from each other during their childhood. Topics varied from what exactly was in the cellar of Aunt Lily and Aunt Vivian's house to the extent which Ned had missed Chuck. Only 2 hours and 44 minutes earlier, he had showed her the box containing the letters his twelve-year-old self had wrote to her during his stay at the Longborough School for Boys and they had decided to sit outside to watch the snowfall and read his letters. He would occasionally blush and attempt to skim over a part of the letters, before Chuck insisting he read it out loud. It was after Ned read one of these segments out loud to Chuck, blushing the entire time that Chuck scooted up to him and cuddled him carefully through the several layers of clothing they were both sporting. After 3 more letters and a hot chocolate brought from Olive as she left the Pie Hole, Ned suggested they go inside; a suggestion gratefully met by an equally cold Chuck.
"Ned, just one thing" Chuck said, stopping Ned from entering the Pie Hole
"Hmm?" he asked, turning around to face the love of his life. Chuck smiled
"Merry Christmas" she murmured, holding his hand. He smiled broadly back at her and squeezed her hand before leading her into the warmth of the Pie Hole.