"I'm tempted to make you put your money where your mouth is," she said with a grin. "If it were that easy, there wouldn't be bad pie out there...and I've had bad pie."

She picked up his plate and moved it enough out of the way that she could stand and slip onto his lap without getting her hair in the crumbs. "Maybe we should make a contest of it. With a bet."

Once a carny, always a carny, apparently, at least on some level.