[Progress. The PCD flickers on with the clicking of buttons and a surprisingly intense orchestral piece. After a few seconds, Ciel pauses, closing his eyes. Slowly, it seems as though words filter through here and there. He lets it stretch until it's almost audible, and then he takes a deep breath, letting it go. The song fades, and Ciel's mouth ( Read more... )

[Finally, better. Mostly. Despite the grudging warmth of the season, he's still dressed to the neck, wrists and ankles, complete with a tie. Dude, the kid dresses like this every day, even if he's not leaving the house.]

Fresh bread.

Cakes, pies, puddings, parfaits, layered desserts both classic and exotic.

Free samples of the above ( Read more... )