[action - the roadhouse]

[toaccomplish]

[IT'S DECEMBER THIRTEENTH which might not mean anything to most people, but just so happens to be the anniversary of the founding of everyone's favorite terrorist and human supremacy group: Cerberus! And at least one of the group's former temporarily kicked out on-leave members is determined to celebrate it! Mostly for the lack of anything else

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[daddysknife]

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[Jo's eying the large cake on her counter with a very unsure gaze - who decorates a cake like that?]

...What's this for?

[toaccomplish]

Our Founding Day! Cerberus'! December thirteenth, the first members hold council and release our manifesto!

[daddysknife]

[...Manifestos so rarely mean good things. She just nods.]

Don't scare off any other customers, if ya can manage it.

[toaccomplish]

How could I scare them? I brought cake.

[daddysknife]

And it looks like ya poured cement into it.

[Kind of.]

[toaccomplish]

What!? It's not cement!! It's frosting! It's just colored! Why don't you try a piece?

[daddysknife]

...I'm not in your organization.

[toaccomplish]

You can have some anyway!

[daddysknife]

Takin' a piece isn't going to induct me, is it?

[She really does not want that.]

[toaccomplish]

No! Why does everyone keep asking that....? It's just cake!

[daddysknife]

We're just being careful.

[She shrugs.]

I'll take a small piece, I guess.

[toaccomplish]

But how would cake even do that....

[Hooray! He goes to cut her a piece and brings it back to her.] Tell me if you like it

[daddysknife]

It wouldn't be the cake itself, more like the reason behind it? [It can't be that hard to understand, Lycus.

She takes a small bite to test it out, and nods.]

Ain't too bad.

[toaccomplish]

Well, it's just food! I promise.

[He beams!] Glad you like it!

[daddysknife]

[She keeps eating, but still small bites so it will last longer.]

Do you cook a lot?

[toaccomplish]

As much as possible! It's not good for you to eat a bunch of convenience foods, you know. You don't cook for yourself?