[If anyone in this diner looks like they need a piece of pie, it's this stressed out looking guy. What's he writing, anyway? Maybe it's a poem. It would be nice if it was a poem. And then the man speaks and Martin's poem theory is right out the window.

No one that paranoid is hanging out in a diner, suspicious of free pie, writing poetry.

Martin glances down at the pie, then around at the other patrons, then back to Jon.]

Why... wouldn't it be? I mean, it's just pie. Everyone else seems to be enjoying theirs. Besides, trying to... I don't know - poison your customers doesn't seem like the best way to encourage repeat business?