Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20151101060736/@comment-121.208.74.30-20151108192159

CC cocked her head to the side, watching Quinn digging through her pockets. In search for plates? Were they magical shrinking plates that grew when exposed to light or something? The first time Quinn had found a little worm-like thing which made CC's lips draw into a tight, pained line, as she was holding back the scream that came with anything that looked like a bug in any way, shape, or form.

Fortunately, the second time Quinn actually produced the plates. CC briefly had a thought on whether or not Quinn's pockets were enchanted by a bottomlessness spell, like CC's bags. She smiled when she was a given a plate.

CC slid her knife under a slice of cake and manoevred it onto a plate. The first slice of cake she gave out was to Quinn. It was the biggest too. Of course, this is for obvious reasons, after all, Quinn was the birthday girl after all. Then Calli, for hosting the party. Sam next because CC didn't want to look mean by giving herself the third. And then she gave a slice to herself and with the fork Quinn gave her, finally tasted the cake that she had to force herself out of taking a bite when she was baking.

She smiled at the memory of her cat, with the idea that vanilla tasted good, tasting the vanilla essence, which had proved to be a fairy foolish thing to as two teaspoons of vanilla essence makes twenty-four cupcakes, you must figure the stuff's quite strong. It is. Velvet (and Cookie) found this out the hard way.