That's fair. For all the wisdom she may have inherited, there's no easy answer for what the right way to handle her departure is. On some level, the scoundrel knows as much and tries to be as accepting of that as he can bring himself to be. Though the present thoughts have him wondering if he should take a more Clint-like approach.

Diners exist in a place of long ago and far, far away! Since it's hard to imagine diners without pie, one would assume pies exist - though likely with different fillings than the ones familiar to an Earthling.

"I only know how to be a terrible example of anything." He says with that distinctive smile spread across his lips. "And I'm on a mission to make sure you get everything you want, besides."