"Will you make me pie?" I stared at him dumbfounded.
"What?"
"I said, will you make me pie." He stared at me, raising his eyebrows at me.
"I will not make you pie for three reasons." I started.
"And they are?" I shot him a glare, slapping the back of his head. He hissed slightly.
"If you shut up I'll tell you." I waited, daring him to talk before continuing.
"First of all, I don't have the ingredients to make pie. Second, I don't know how to make pie."
"What's the third?" He asked wirily.
"I'm not your bitch."
