Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20151101060736/@comment-11163511-20151113154807

Sam quietly accepted his slice of the cake whilst mentally scolding himself for his terrible performance, hence his crooked facial expression.

"Ladies first." He said, basically because he didn't want to look rude just gobbling all of it without asking. How could he make up to CC after he made her feel unwelcomed. He was pleased of her arrival, just he was too busy with himself he had forgot to greet her properly.

Only when all the others have dug in did he slowly started parting the layers of his piece then took a bite. It gave him an idea. Sam sipped a bit of tea before executing that very plan at that moment

"This is great." He said, but that was only the begining. "Now that I've seen your side of the story, shouldn't I make a comparision?" He smiled, this time genuinely being joyful with it. "Really, for someone like me to judge on which is better is so unfair, for I have no idea on the certain technicalities an expert would look into. Rather, I'll only express what I see in them. Both special in their own little ways, opposites but both equally lovely. The strudels are simple and rustic, a mild crunch with chewiness with the frosting melting in your mouth. Made from the hands of a homecook with the love for one's dearest. The cake displayed class and technique, in which suggested that it had come from more skilled hands with a soft sponginess and smooth frosting. Doesn't have the same kind of love as the pastries, rather this is the love of the work, a pleasure in doing what one does best, intertwined with the excitement of meeting up with a potential friend. Calli, I'm guessing this might be a first try? Correct me if I'm wrong, I didn't really know you baked, just that I didn't really think you were fond of sweets. The strudels proved worth succession would be what I want to add. All worth while, both of you."

So what was this plan about? Sam wanted CC to feel more equal or at least just realize that he saw her as equal if she did already feel that way. Then there's a change in the music, just more like it to lighten up his mood so he could get back to all the fun.

"It's about time, malady." He giggled when Calli when to tune the radio. And the gifts, oh my, he had been expecting to see what she brought for the Quinny Pig. "Certain they'd be perfect, for who else knows the Quinny Pig better?" He whispered,