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"Bullshit," she returns, fond. "It's my birthday. You can't lie to me today."
When she sees what kind of cake it is under the frosting, she makes a soft sound of excitement: "Tres leches? Someone's been doing some homework -" And it smells delicious.
Once they each have their plate, she's quick to pick up a fork and dig in herself, and she groans in obscene pleasure as the sweetness of it melts over her tongue.
When she sees what kind of cake it is under the frosting, she makes a soft sound of excitement: "Tres leches? Someone's been doing some homework -" And it smells delicious.
Once they each have their plate, she's quick to pick up a fork and dig in herself, and she groans in obscene pleasure as the sweetness of it melts over her tongue.
"I love homework," he says with equal innocence and falseness. It really is a good cake, though.
He takes his plate and wanders over to the jukebox to choose a little Kenny Chesney.
"Glad you like it."
He takes his plate and wanders over to the jukebox to choose a little Kenny Chesney.
"Glad you like it."
"I wasn't sure if it came out as you might expect," Astarion admits. He doesn't like homework either, but he did it! "It's not entirely like anything I'd tried to make before."
He takes a bite for himself and smiles. It's moist and sweet, with the slightest hint of cinnamon.
"I haven't had it since before the world ended," she answers. "It's perfect."
She means that. Even as undiscerning as she is, she means that, and she shovels in another forkful while she glances over at what Jacob is doing.
"How many shots to get you on that thing? Or the dancefloor."
She means that. Even as undiscerning as she is, she means that, and she shovels in another forkful while she glances over at what Jacob is doing.
"How many shots to get you on that thing? Or the dancefloor."
"Oh fuck the bull," he says over his shoulder. "I prefer my parts intact. But I'll dance with you. I think I've got a couple of two-steps in me." He switches the music to play again and holds out a hand for her. "Don't touch the jukebox," he tells Astarion playfully.
Astarion raises his hands in pure innocence. He wouldn't recognise any of the songs anyway!
"Personally, I'm sure I've had rougher rides than whatever that thing might throw at me."
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