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Lissa spread a dollop of sugar sweet cream over her tongue. It was ice cold.
"Hey, Gaius... When are you gonna let me help out?" The orange haired scoundrel chuckled.
"You can't bake, Princess. That last time..." He shuddered, remembering the coal black breading... "I think you can do the icing- don't touch the batter."
"Alright, alright, you don't have to rub it in..." Despite herself, she smiled, licking the spoon polished.
"C'mon Princess- you're up." Springing to the counter, she squirted the sweet orange onto the cake.
-happy birthday owain-
"I love you." The door swung open.
"Ew, dad!"