May The Pies Be Ever In Your Flavor

(I work in a restaurant. I am serving a man and his teenage daughter.)

Me: “Would either of you like any dessert?”

Daughter: “I’ll have a slice of banana cream pie, please.”

Father: “Same for me, please.”

(I go into the kitchen to get the pie, but quickly return to their table.)

Me: “I hate to tell you this, but there’s only one slice of banana cream left.”

(The father and daughter glance at each other.)

Daughter: “…How do we decide which one of us gets it?”

Father: “Not sure.”

(There’s a pause.)

Daughter: “Happy Hunger Games!”