Now, on any other occasion, Henry would've been more than happy to partake of anything that the good lady café owner had prepared. In fact, when she'd offered to nip back to the café to secure some provisions for the trip, he'd been delighted, even asking her to bring along one of his favourites. A strawberry jam pie (a simple dish comprising of a pastry case, and as much jam as you can physically get into it, which in the case of Mrs. Strudel's particular variety, was a hell of a lot. They were sweet, gooey, unctuous, diabetes inducing little pots of wonder, that were to be relished with gusto and a nice cup of tea. There was just one thing you had to be mindful of though. Eating it. It paid to be wary when biting into one because when she took them out of the furnace of an oven that she
