He cracks out a laugh. "Somehow I'm not sorry you punched me in the head either." Even if he's still recovering from it. He turns and opens the box, pulling out one of the slices of pie, which is wrapped in plastic wrap. "Looks like you get the peach first. It's made with cinnamon and brown sugar. Really good stuff." There's a spoon in the box (all the better to avoid dropping crumbs) and he fishes it out so he can scoop off the tip of the wedge of pie and bring it to her lips.