She nods. “lemon pie.” Her grip on his hands tightened and she looked at him with eyes that looked like a child who wants his mother to buy a toy for him.
“Lemon pie, hmm…” He considered for a moment, then paused, broad smile slipping into place.
“Ah! I know just the recipe. Ice box lemon pie. It’s fairly simple and can be done by scratch or with pre-assembled ingredients. Here, come with me to the grocery store; I’ll help you pick out everything that we’ll need.”