A fork was gladly taken and May smiles, easily sinking the fork into the pie. Sweet and tart and it reminds her of Aunt May. "He really did spoil me when we lived here for a while. Mom complains I never appreciate her or Dad's cooking." She nods, twirling her fork, "It's not far to either of you for keeping up something that might not work now."

A shake of head. Coffee and May still weren't friends. She had Mt. Dew, why get coffee?

She looked up at the mention of Jay and the fork quietly tapped on the plate. Her smile was nervous and she gave a little shrug. "We didn't split because of anything... I mean, I thought I was going to be out of State for years. He deserved someone who was going to stick around and wasn't drifting all the time, y'know? It's odd but not painful. It's okay."