92nd Transformation [Voice]

[not_so_smooth]

The cake is a lie. Probably.

If the City has taught me one thing, it's that it may or may not be safe to eat food falling from the sky. It's really not worth risking it though. It's cake, people. Cake. Seriously, you can go to the store and get some any day of the week. Who knows what's going to happen with sky cake and-

Baaaaaaaaaa.No, no

Comments

[primrosella]

Spartacus is making trouble again, hmm?

[not_so_smooth]

He's trying to eat sky cake.

[primrosella]

Oh, dear. No, you're right, we'd best keep him away from all that. And Mojo, too, of course. Much as I wouldn't mind to eat some of that cake myself, I imagine it'd only lead to trouble later.

[not_so_smooth]

If you want cake I'll get you cake, that won't be a problem.

And I think Mojo is suspicious of food from the sky.

[primrosella]

Or I could bake my own, just the same. But it's hard to resist when it's all over like this--much like it's hard to resist munching on a gingerbread house, even when one knows that a witch might live there.

You, er...haven't seen any lemon cakes around, though, have you?

[not_so_smooth]

Lemon cakes? No, I don't think so.

[primrosella]

Mm. I'm not sure if we ought to take that as a good sign or not, then.

[not_so_smooth]

Why would it be a sign at all?

[primrosella]

Oh, I don't know. I suppose I'm still expecting something bad to happen ever since Adrastus visited last month, really. He does like cake, remember?

[not_so_smooth]

Well, he'd be too busy with the cake to do to bother with anything else if he was here.