"Fo shizzy," he says around a large mouthful of pie. "Better'n I could imagine. You musta had some bomb pie in the past, shawty."

Punchy resists the urge to make inappropriate jokes about baked goods and happily tucks in. Really, this date couldn't be going better in his eyes. He guesses the dinner makes it officially a date. I mean, there might even be kissing at the end?

Maybe he should make a storm so there's an excuse to sacrifice his coat and kiss her in the rain.