Prompt 2, Milk
Scott's stomach rumbled as he rummaged around in the refrigerator.
"Grandma's apple pie," he murmured. "Just the thing."
He cut a goodly wedge, slipping it into the warmer, returning the rest to the fridge. The pie smelled delicious, and his mouth watered at the aroma.
Suddenly the light went on. "Scott Tracy! What are you doing?"
"Just getting a late night snack, Grandma," he sheepishly admitted.
"Sit down." She took out the warmed pie, set it down before him, then poured a glass of milk. "Can't have pie without milk," she said firmly.
He smiled. "You're so right, Grandma. Thanks."