OOC: I like epicbob's retcon. Let'l roll with it.
The hazy fog that has been imperceptibly descending suddenly lifts to reveal...
Kalli, Kaleva, Arthur, and Petra take off after the fleeing fat man who is holding the pie aloft, above his head, as he moves with speed uncharacteristic for men of his stature. "Stop that impostor! But... mind the pie!"
The cab driver shouts something barely audible above the din of the shouting and stomping of feet. Only Arthur hears him say, "Wait, where are you going, the pie is right here!" And indeed, as he says, there the pie sits, in the seat of the cab, looking good and smelling great. Arthur stops, confused, but his allies continue on, oblivious.
Upon further inspection, Arthur decides that yes, this must be the pie, for no other food has ever called out to him to be devoured in such a way as Edwyd's pie calls out. In fact, it calls out so desperately to be eaten... would a small taste of the oozing apple filling be truly missed? It would be such a small taste, and...
He barely has a moment to follow this train of thought when he is nudged rudely by an ass. The cab's horse stomps its feet in irritation at the new guest, and the cab driver smiles broadly and shouts, "Karl, is that you? Back from your adventure into the woods, eh?"