[Diluc pauses in mid-step. He'd pulled his long red hair back in a high ponytail. He's been sneaking back into the diner kitchen. Cooking. Mixing drinks. It makes things easier to deal with.] It's apple. Breathe in.

[The familiar scents of apple pie are soothing. He hasn't thought too far about it, but it smells like home.]

...I'll get another plate. Wait here. [He steps away, slipping back into the kitchen and returning with a knife and another plate. He splits the pie evenly with a professional touch.] How about we sit down? I haven't seen you around before. I imagine you might have some questions.