[ She watches him with a kind of trepidation, biting down on her lower lip. It's -- well it's probably alright? They weren't the practical bits of charcoal the first batch had been, and she'd managed to (somehow) scrape up the things she needed for the frosting. The entire thing she'd made from scratch, which was why she was so nervous. ] Well?
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Date: 2015-02-27 06:18 am (UTC)