"Fine," she said, "But you know you don't have to. You know you can eat my pie for free." So innocently said and meant by her. No double entendre. She moved toward him and then stopped about three feet away, close enough to reach out to but far enough it was still polite. She planted her hands on her hips and looked up, tapping her foot. "I forgot to do something, I just have to remember what so I can do it. Oh! I need to go to market after the last pie is out of the oven. I was so excited over pastry that I forgot to get something for dinner... I can do that later I suppose."