When Fever told Max the news about Sheogorath's anniversary, he knew he just had to make a cake to commemorate it. It's a little short notice so it's not as extravagant as some, he thinks to himself while holding this absolute masterpiece of a cake covered in a purple swirl of painstakingly cut out butterflies that conceal beneath them a chocolate and vanilla marbled cake. He steps up to Sheo's boutique at midday and knocks on the door with his elbow.
"Max, my friend! What a pleasant surprise! Please, come in, come in! Here, let me help you with that."
There's an intrusive thought of immediately destroying the cake for the sheer shock and chaos of that, but he could never do that to Max. Never to Max. He doesn't believe in a right way to do things, but that would almost certainly be wrong. Instead, that energy goes into a slow breakdown of his inhibition as, once the cake is safely set down on a tea table, he's wiggling his whole body in excitement.
"You guessed right!" Max claps in delight. He knew Sheo would like it. "Chocolate and vanilla swirled. I'm sorry it's so plain on the outside, though. Usually, I do more frosting."
"Actually, I quite like how plain it is! Simple on the outside, swirling and wiggly on the inside. Appearances can be deceiving! It's a cake of wisdom!"
"Oh, you'll find wisdom in the strangest places. Haven't you ever put food in your mouth and the taste mingled with an idea you were already keeping in your thought-maw, making your brain get a lick of something new? I have."
"I'm not much of a fan of low fat sweets that shouldn't be low fat," he says with a sagely nod. "Some things just don't turn out right without it. But I don't mind making substitutions instead, mind you. Did you know I make a whole line of sweet potato stuff at the bakery for people like Bart who can't do sweet-sweet?" With the everlasting yam, it's profitable no matter what. "Ever had potato bread?"
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blindwatchersees) wrote2024-09-08 10:17 am
It's a good day for cake
"Special delivery!"
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There's an intrusive thought of immediately destroying the cake for the sheer shock and chaos of that, but he could never do that to Max. Never to Max. He doesn't believe in a right way to do things, but that would almost certainly be wrong. Instead, that energy goes into a slow breakdown of his inhibition as, once the cake is safely set down on a tea table, he's wiggling his whole body in excitement.
"I didn't realize you knew my Summoning Day!"
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"Fever told me!" He's trying not to wiggle in place alongside Sheo. It's contagious.
"I didn't know for sure which flavor you'd like so I went with two. You'll see when you cut into it. Happy summoning day."
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Cake of wisdom? He likes that. It's silly, but somehow it also feels right.
"Too bad the cake of wisdom can't actually make anyone more wise by eating it. My food isn't that kind of magic."
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"I always thought of it as inspiration. Sometimes a flavor combination just sparks something in me and I can't concentrate until I work it out."
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"Do tell, do tell, does the taste of chocolate have a shape to you?"
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