AN~ I basically polished this one up and left it alone.
The Blue Fairy looked warily at the waitress standing on the other side of the counter. "Do you serve pumpkin pie?" It was her favorite.
Blue was sitting at a booth in the diner which had just recently opened in Ferryport Landing. It was a nice place, all gleaming chrome and thick glass windowpanes that warped what was on the other side. She'd never seen a diner before, but she'd read about them in the newspaper. And she thought she liked them, after giving this one a try.
The waitress grinned back at her. "Of course we do."
"But do you serve good pumpkin pie?" Blue pressed. "None of that boxed stuff."
"It's real," the waitress, whose nametag (Blue had just noticed) read "Rachel," assured her.
"I'll have to try it myself and judge," Blue said with a small smile.
Rachel disappeared into the kitchen to give the cook her order, then came back. It was a slow time for the diner, three in the afternoon, and only a few other people were in the place, all served, so the two women struck up a conversation. Eventually, the disappearance of one of the waitresses due to some acting position came up, and Blue mentioned offhand that she'd waited tables before (that had been a century ago, in Italy, but she was between jobs and being a barmaid at a tavern couldn't be that different from working at a diner, could it?). Rachel suggested that Blue could take the job, implying that it would be nice to have someone on staff that she got along with, but Blue was hesitant to make such a rash decision. Last time she'd done that, it had led to a whole fiasco with Pinocchio.
When the pie appeared, Blue took a tentative bite, and was immediately in heaven.
"You like it, then?" Rachel grinned.
"This is the best pumpkin pie I've ever tasted," Blue said, shoveling more into her mouth.
"You know, if you work here, you can eat that pie all you want," Rachel said, wheedling just a little bit.
That clinched it.
"I'm in." Blue said.