A/N: I think I take Jess' stance on this one. Yuck.
7. Pie
"You've never tried a mince pie?" Becker asked, looking at Jess, aghast. She shook her head.
"Our family never did Christmas pudding, or mince pies. I don't think my mum liked them all that much."
"But...but-" Becker stuttered, before looking determinedly at her. "Right, Jessica Parker, I am going to make you a mince pie!"
"So...let me get this straight," Jess said, as Becker kneaded the ball of dough. "You're using mincemeat...which actually isn't mincemeat."
Becker nodded. "A little silly, I know. It's actually just a little meat, fruits, and spices."
He then broke the dough up into two, unevenly sized, smaller balls, and proceeded to make even smaller balls out of the larger one.
"The concept just sounds revolting," Jess commented. Becker rolled his eyes.
"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," he chastised gently, lining the tins with the dough.
It took twenty minutes for the pies to cook. Once they were cooled, Becker dusted them with icing sugar, before offering Jess one, and taking one for himself.
He watched in amusement, as Jess took her first bite. She chewed, as a look of horror appeared on her face. Swallowing, with difficulty, she rushed to pour herself a glass of water.
"Ugh!" she cried. "That's disgusting!"
Freezing a little, she backtracked. "Not your cooking, I mean. I've tasted it before, there's nothing wrong with it, but the mincemeat part is just horrible. Obviously not that bad, because other people like it- I mean, not me, personally-"
"Jess, it's okay," Becker cut across her, chuckling. "It just means more for me!" he said, with a wink.
Jess rolled her eyes. "You're not going to share?"
"No!"