Samuel Toddy

Ms. Lillian, the owner of the pie shop, sets a meat pie before you. It doesn’t look particularly appetizing…. But it’s cheap. But it seems that the quality of the meat has increased a bit lately… though it does seem to have strange hairs in it on occasion. But times are tough for the poor in London. Beggars can’t be choosers. There’s a footstep from the flat above and a thud. Ms. Lillian smiles at you as she bangs her mixing bowl against the counter. Enjoy the pie, love. If you can.