Ayen's occasional childish side was always welcome. It did not matter if this was only brought to the surface by the guiding backlash or when it would truly come out without its influence.
As the two began whispering to each other, Devion continued with his work. Once he was done putting the cake inside the oven, he washed his hands and wiped them, glancing at the two having a somewhat serious conversation.
Devion sat beside them and listened, occasionally chiming in.
This went on until the cake was done, and Devion went to decorating it. The two stopped and watched Devion again.
Ayen did not need anything, but Devion found some fresh-cut fruits in the fridge and put them there just to have a somewhat fresh look. It somehow did not fit, but no one cared.
Soon, the three of them were sitting in their living room, looking at the cake that was large enough for them. The three fell silent, just staring at it.
What should they do next?
They were at a loss.
