This might've been a weird, once every couple months, 

telepathy, sister thing, but a couple weeks ago I was in bed, doing my 

normal rounds of contemplating what to eat the next day, I set my 

mind on a Banberry pie from Polly's Pie. The next day came, as I struggled 

whether to go and get it or not. The only thing holding me back was 

the location. I had no reason to go there but solely for the pie, which seemed 

unnecessary. I held off. My sister comes home at night 

with a Banberry pie in hand, and I haven't felt that ecstatic in years 

about a pie. I never once told her about my craving for a 

Banberry pie and there she walks in with one. 

That was a happy night.