"Yeah, I got a job there. You can make something of a living behind hotel desks. Not ideal work, but it's work..."

He trails off, completely distracted by his lady love's return to the room. You'd think he hadn't seen her in days, not minutes, the way he stares at her. The pie, whether it existed in the first place or not, is forgotten entirely. Maybe it never mattered in the first place.

"Hey, welcome back. I'm glad you're here. I was boring Scott to death with stories of the workaday world."

He squeezes her hand and grins at her and looks into her eyes--and sees how bright they seem, how...wet they seem. He throws her a worried frown (without care it could slide into a pout) but says nothing about it at first.

This could get interesting.