theraggedymadman entered the Pie Hole
The Pie Hole, a restaurant that served, you guessed it, pies, was like a ghost town. There were sometimes days like this - Chuck was used to it. Ned was gone with Emerson and Olive was off somewhere. They could’ve easily closed shop for the day but she’d elected to stay behind. The quiet might be a nice change from the excitement they’d faced lately with their recent cases.
But Chuck was bored. There hadn’t been anyone new come in for a couple hours. She’d entertained herself by stacking the silverware into the shape of the Eiffel Tower, but the sound of someone coming into the restaurant ruined her concentration and made the whole thing tumble over. “Ah-” The forks and spoons clattered to the floor and she looked up at the newcomer and smiled apologetically. “Sorry. Welcome to the Pie Hole! What can I get you?”