I ordered the same and didn’t touch it.

“You look like you slept in a chair,” Elena said.

“I did.”

“Then eat the pie.

It’s the only thing on this table that hasn’t lied to you.”

I took one bite.

The crust was stale at the edge, and I ate it anyway.

The waitress set down two waters and said the pie was on the house because we looked like we needed it.