I glanced up at Thomas. "We've still got Hook, right?"

"He's being held prisoner on a ceramic-lined cookie sheet in the oven," Thomas said. "I figured he couldn't jigger his way out of a bunch of steel, and it would give him something to think about before we start asking questions."

"That's an awful thing to do to one of the Little Folk, man," I said.

"I'm planning to start making a pie in front of him."

"Nice."

"Thank you.

Author: Jim Butcher

I glanced up at Thomas. "We've still got Hook, right?"<br /><br />"He's being held prisoner on a ceramic-lined cookie sheet in the oven," Thomas said. "I figured he couldn't jigger his way out of a bunch of steel, and it would give him something to think about before we start asking questions."<br /><br />"That's an awful thing to do to one of the Little Folk, man," I said.<br /><br />"I'm planning to start making a pie in front of him."<br /><br />"Nice."<br /><br />"Thank you. - Jim Butcher

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