Sometimes the little mom and pop establishments were big fat disappointments, other times they were hidden gems that rattled around in her brain to obsessive degrees, so fantastic was their product. Rielle had become quite fond of of a little late night sweet shop who had some of the best pie she’d ever had in her life. A contented hum passed her lips between bites, but with food there was always buyers remorse. Not because what was in your possession was bad, but because god damn it you wanted a taste of everything on everyone else’s plate as well. She’d been trying not to eye someone at the table next to her, their slice of heaven one she hadn’t tried yet, but finally the woman’s self control dissipated completely. “Hey . . . what flavor is that? And if you’ve had the S’mores pie how does your current piece compare to it? Better, same level wow factor, or meh emoji level fail?”