[Wait. Did she just say she can make pies herself. Where has this woman been all of his life. At first, there's a blank look on his face as the part of her mother just goes by his head and he hears the part of her making pies, the sides of his mouth fly up.]

Aw, you'd be willing to do something like that for me? Guess I'd better thank your mother for actually raising you up in sweet talk, Stumbles. [A pause.] How good are you at making them...?

[The eternal question. His eyes are peering at you, Sumia.]