[Red Lion]

"Would ye like a slice of cherry pie?" Erickson offered.

[uncledaddy]

"Sure would." Randy VIII parked the stroller in front of a nearby bench. "Lay it on me, sugar!"

[Red Lion]

Erickson chucked and handed him a generous slice, "Tis mah own homemade recipe," he said proudly giving Randy a cup of cider, he gave each of the children some smaller pie wedges and their own cups before giving Baby the same.

[uncledaddy]

"That ain't bad... That ain't bad at all," Randy VIII remarked. He gave his empty plate an appreciative lick.

[Red Lion]

"Try the lemon custard pie," said Erickson giving him another piece.

[uncledaddy]

"Ooh, y'all just got 'em lined up here for me, ain't ya?" Randy VIII seemed quite pleased. "I love lemon."

[Red Lion]

"Thought ye might, tis mah specialty," said Erickson with a grin.

[uncledaddy]

"Mm. Oh, honey. How can I get me one a' these?" asked Randy VIII.

[Red Lion]

"Well ye can enter the pie eating contest and pick yar flavor of pie, the winner gets a blue ribbon and a free pass to an all-ye-can-eat seafood buffet," said Erickson.

[uncledaddy]

Randy's eyebrows shot upward. "You're kiddin'."

[Red Lion]

Erickson shook his head, "Eat the most pies in twenty minutes and ye win," he said, "the contest starts in half an hour,"

[uncledaddy]

"Long as they ain't pumpkin, I'm in," said Randy with a grin, delighted by the very idea.

[Red Lion]

"Ye can have them all lemon if ye like," said Erickson.

[uncledaddy]

"Might just do that." Randy bent to clean any traces of pie off of the children, using his tongue almost as much as the napkin.

[Red Lion]

"Should Ah sign ye up? Ye ain't tha only schikelgruber ta join, Randy Seven signed up an hour ago," said Erickson.

[uncledaddy]

"Seven!" Randy hissed with all the enthusiasm of a cartoon character who'd just discovered the work of his arch nemesis. "You sign me up, sug'. I can take 'im..."