If there's a hero called Pie Girl, I definitely want a slice of that, Shawn thought, but deemed it too punlicious and lascivious to bark at new lady. He kept it to himself and a goofy grin at the thought of beautiful pies plastered all over beautiful girls.

And that was part of the reason Shawn was drawn to her. She wasn't so intimidating as some others with their strange tattoos and otherworldly hair (not that Shawn discriminated, but he was trying to be cautious since Lassie won't be as prone to rescuing his ass nowadays).

"Why? Is his secret identity a dentist?" What was it about the holidays that gave Shawn a big appetite? He felt like he was stuffing food away for hibernation. Now he wanted candy canes.