"....What is it?", [Name] stared at the purple mass that she could've sworn was
trying to crawl off the table.
Oblivious to his own sub-par cooking skills and his partner's look of confusion,
"It's your cake silly! I made it this morning just for your birthday" Arthur
grinned feeling very pleased with himself.
"Thanks, that's so...sweet?", She didn't have the heart to tell the brit
standing beside her that even though she appreciated the gesture she was
frightened by the thing on the counter he had dubbed a birthday cake. She
scratched her head, carefully trying to figure out how to approach this
situation and the cake.
"Well are you just going to stand there and stare at it or are you going to try
it?", Arthur looked at her anxiously wanting to know what she had thought about
[Name] mentally sighed and picked up a fork, taking a bite out of the
It took every bit of her self-control to not gag and spit it back out.
Ignoring the agony her taste buds were in, [Name] smiled and hugged him,
"It's great, I love it!"
He stiffened slightly, a light pink-ish blush creeped across his face
"W-well don't get used to it, I only made it because it's your birthday and
everything!" Arthur muttered looking anywhere but at the girl clinging to him.
[Name] laughed nuzzling her face into his chest "Alright Artie"
"And stop calling me that!"