The shot of the .50 cal made her jump and her grip slipped. The large, 3-tier cake she'd been carefully transporting crashed to the ground in front of her, splattering the kitchen with frosting and cake.
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" 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! "
“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 --
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"Qué oscuro... Anyone home?"
Cienn appeared at the front counter and waved, forcing a polite smile. It's just a cake! Just the most ambitious cake she'd ever made...
"Hi! Welcome to Dark Delights!" she spoke with a even tone, in her usual work outfit of a white button-up shirt and black slacks.
He took a look at Cienn, and immediately switched languages.
"[Shadowtongue] Non-native of this plane?"
The new language was a bit like a slither and crystal crashing sounding.
"Uh, come again?" her brows rose questioningly.
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 --