" oh, damn. lemme get that for you . . . we can probably jus' take off the dirty part an' frost it again or somethin'. don't worry! it ain't all lost, lookit! "
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“No,” misery clear in the words even as she uttered them. “Bacteria on the floor means I can't sell it, and it would be more work to try and slop something together than it would be to make a new one...”
Her shoulders hunched for a moment while she stared at the cake in dismay.
arlo began to pick it up, gently, attempting to keep the remaining structure of the cake intact. he put it on the side, stopping to make sure it was the proper counter. he was learning, see?
" hey, 's not so bad. don't let the cafeterias get you down. we can fix this, jus' for us. it don't have --
“We can eat it, for sure,” she gestured to it, “can't sell it... But it's a damn good cake.” She suddenly had a fork in her hand and cut out a small piece that hadn't directly hit the floor and tasted it.
Bittersweet, not in taste but by the situation, that it was the best cake she'd made and only
" yeah? that good? " he said, pleased. " way i see it? focus on makin' the cake, not the showin' people. it's like, uh . . . i dunno. i like food 'cos i can taste the effort in it. i don't have t' know *who*, 'xactly. enjoy knowin' people really cared about it. "
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Her shoulders hunched for a moment while she stared at the cake in dismay.
" hey, 's not so bad. don't let the cafeterias get you down. we can fix this, jus' for us. it don't have --
Bittersweet, not in taste but by the situation, that it was the best cake she'd made and only