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Video | May 27 | Around noon
May. 11th, 2013 03:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
heretic_hamlet[The video feed clicks on, and the brunt of it is taken up by cake. Or, more accurately, cakes. Big and small- though mostly big, some even tiered, piled on every table, countertop, or available flat surface in Ramza's apartment. Most of them bearing bright, Magenta icing, and the occasional message of "THANKS BLONDIE" or "YOU'RE FUCKIN' ALRIGHT" or "BEST FISHES"]
... Does.... anyone here like cake?
[As he gets up from his seat, a single half-finished cake sits on the table among a half-dozen others. And to make matters 'worse', behind him, and well out of his sight, Meenah- clad in an apron and oven mitts- gives a cursory peer around the corner before quietly bringing out another colossal confection, carefully setting it on one of the few bits of free space still present in the apartment.]
...I cannot even hope to finish all of these myself. She has been baking for hours, now. I plead, if you do-- [He carefully rights a precariously-positioned cake he bumped against.] --I live in Casualty Communal, 9G. I'll even make some espresso to--
[He stops in midsentence as he takes another glance at the baking backlog.]
...Meenah! You're still at it?!
[suffice to say, the feed cuts shortly thereafter.]
... Does.... anyone here like cake?
[As he gets up from his seat, a single half-finished cake sits on the table among a half-dozen others. And to make matters 'worse', behind him, and well out of his sight, Meenah- clad in an apron and oven mitts- gives a cursory peer around the corner before quietly bringing out another colossal confection, carefully setting it on one of the few bits of free space still present in the apartment.]
...I cannot even hope to finish all of these myself. She has been baking for hours, now. I plead, if you do-- [He carefully rights a precariously-positioned cake he bumped against.] --I live in Casualty Communal, 9G. I'll even make some espresso to--
[He stops in midsentence as he takes another glance at the baking backlog.]
...Meenah! You're still at it?!
[suffice to say, the feed cuts shortly thereafter.]
