Magically, it is Wednesday, February the 18th.

[lietmeupinside]

[On a table in the Mess Hall, there is a cake. It is perhaps not immediately identifiable as cake to everyone, but there are strawberries on it, and whipped cream, and someone has put it on pretty tiers. Beside it, there are plates and drinks and glasses, and on top, there is a tiny flag on a toothpick.]

-ah. How unexpected.

(The cake is

Comments

[trueneutrality]

What's that supposed to mean?

((will be slooooow))

[polemyname]

It's the 18th, duh!

[trueneutrality]

So..?

[polemyname]

Sooo? That means it's been 624 years.

[polemyname]

That looks totally good.

[lietmeupinside]

It really does. I wonder who made it?

[polemyname]

You didn't?

[lietmeupinside]

...do you think I'd have put it in someplace so public, if it had been me? I wanted to, but I couldn't make a proper oven in time.

[liebacknthinkof]

...what is this?

[lietmeupinside]

Šakotis.

[liebacknthinkof]

And that is?

[lietmeupinside]

It's a kind of cake; they're really quite tasty.

[takethe_cannoli]

Ahhh, Lithuania, what a pretty cake~

[lietmeupinside]

Ah- thank you. I can't claim credit for it this time, though. I don't even have the proper oven to make it, here.

[takethe_cannoli]

Ehh, what kind of oven do you use?

[lietmeupinside]

You need a special spit in the middle to turn the cake, or the shape will come out all wrong. I've been working on one, but I'm not finished yet.

[sillyrabitricks]

...

I like the flag.

[polemyname]

Yeah, it's some totes good memories, right?

[sillyrabitricks]

Uhm yes. Hello there.

[polemyname]

You look kinda odd. Aren't you the guy with the hair?