OOM: Angie 2

Pearse walks into the supply closet, with a long black coat, a stack of books, and a laptop computer, a closes the door.

And opens the door again, immediately, emerging in a black polo shirt with a Jesuit logo (what??) and carrying a plate of cake.

What??

Angie turns the corner and walks towards him. He even looks less pale than one minute ago.

"I was meaning to talk to you," he says, calmly. "Would you like some cake? It's quite nice, and I'm told it's considered very superior."

She looks at him, the cake, and then goes to open the closet door.

There's just shelves of office supplies, and hardly enough room for her to turn around in, much less for a tall man like Pearse.

There is no long dark coat in there, no books or laptop computer, and definitely not a whole cake which he might have cut the piece off of.

"We do need to talk," Angie says, turning back to him.

"We do," Pearse says, smiling calmly, and offering her the plate of cake again. "For one thing, have you ever heard of a Dr. Hannibal Lecter, and if so, what book was it that he wrote again?"

Angie stares at him, and then gives him a disbelieving smile.

"I will accept the cake, but you have to begin at the beginning."