everyonecallsmeoz

+ everyonecallsmeoz

“It is an honour,” she said, bowing her head in the hopes that it made up for the fact that she was unable to curtsey. Her humiliation at being trapped in her chair was frequent, and she felt it more strongly now.

Three would like a slice of pie, and Olive came in for work.

“Hello everyone. Let me know what slice of pie I can get for you. Everything is fully stocked.” The Piemaker smiled awkwardly as he attempted to be better with people.

Then he spotted Olive in her usual green dress. “Hey, Olive.” Ned smiled a little less awkwardly, waving to the perky, blonde waitress.