Anyway, before Olive can lose her mind and do any eye-clawing, she has to see to the day's single customer, a besuited nerd at the bar, drinking coffee. Oh, but he's not just any suit -- he's a health inspector, and he doesn't appreciate the shade of lipstick adorning his mug. Not his color, apparently. I can see his point; he's more of an autumn. Mostly, he's just a bitch: he's giving The Pie Hole a surprise inspection and, frankly, they are pretty surprised. Especially when they receive multiple citations: for the lipstick cup, for not wearing hairnets, and for having Digby in the kitchen (gnawing a huge bone). Oh, yeah, and for having a secret room filled with rotten fruit. Oops. Olive unwittingly encourages Ned to open the door to reveal his moldy chamber, unaware of his little trick of bringing the dead fruit back to life for pie making. (Once again, that detail irritates me no end. How in the world is he supposed to bring a molded strawberry back to life and then somehow not touch it again while he prepares it to be cooked? I call bullshit on the rejuvenation of any non-human, non-animal substance. Otherwise, like, what if Ned went swimming in the Dead Sea? Huh? Yeah, I got you there. What if he got hold of Tara Reid's career? What would happen? Somebody stop me!)