Hyperion Kitchen, Midnight, Sunday

[demonbelthazor]

Bel had asked Piper to make him a cake for Phoebe's birthday. However, he insisted on frosting it himself. He was rather proud of the job he did on it, though it was anything but smooth and he'd almost gotten more frosting on himself and the table than on the cake, and the "Happy birthday, Phoebe" would probably make a professional cake decorator fall to their knees, throw their hands in the air, and scream "WHY?"

He lit the 20 candles (with matches, not a fireball, because he had enough sense to know that wouldn't end well), then called out to the next room, where Phoebe was relaxing and reading. "Sweetheart, can you come here and help me with something?"



[For the birthday girl, but other Hyperion residents are welcome to wander by. Up early for birthday justice, but SP is the name of the game because I was an impossible case, no one ever could reach me, but I think I can see in your face there's a lot you can teach me.]

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[fh_jackass]

The kitchen in their suite was out of beer, so Logan headed down to the main kitchen. "Ooh, cake!" he said, then frowned at it. "Did you make that yourself?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Yes, I did," Bel said, glaring at Logan. "And it's not for you."

[fh_jackass]

Tony lifted up his hands. "Trust me, I don't want to touch it. You know, you can pay people to make those."

[demonbelthazor]

"Piper made it," Bel said grudgingly. "But I decorated it."

[fh_jackass]

"You mean that was a perfectly good cake before you mutilated it?" Logan said in dismay. "

[demonbelthazor]

"It's still a perfectly good cake," Bel growled.

There was extra frosting. Don't make him use it.

[fh_jackass]

"Sure, if you've got a thing for pastries decorated by a blind man using hedge clippers," Logan said.

[demonbelthazor]

"Like you could do a better job," Bel snapped. "You can't even spell birthday correctly."

[fh_jackass]

"Okay, first of all, I can, in fact, spell 'birthday' and a number of other words with astonishing accuracy," Logan said. "Second, why the hell would I decorate a cake when I could pay someone to do it for me?"

Though I can't seem to spell my own name. Who is this 'Tony' guy and why is my mun mistaking me for him?

[demonbelthazor]

"Because you don't have the ability to put feeling into making something for someone," Bel said, rolling his eyes. "Phoebe will love this a hundred times more than some fancy cake you could shell out a couple hundred bucks for."

[fh_jackass]

Logan pressed a hand to his heart. "Because you made it yourself? Awwwww. Did you make her a birthday card with crayon and construction paper, too?"

[demonbelthazor]

"You're just jealous because you're so talentless you have to buy Angel's love," Bel said.

[fh_jackass]

"Yes," Logan said. "Just think, if only you had more cash, you could buy Angel away from me. Do you stay up nights wondering how you can raise funds?"

[demonbelthazor]

"You wish," Bel said. "I'm more than happy with what I've got. You only wish you had it as good as me."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe came into the kitchen and smiled at Cole. "What can I help you with..." Her voice trailed off as she took in the cake and the frosting all over Cole.

She smiled at him. "What's all of this, love?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Happy birthday!" Bel said proudly.

[sensethevisions]

She looked around and then her eyes fell on him again, and she was smiling.

"You did all of this, love?"

[demonbelthazor]

"It's all for you, sweetheart," Bel said. "I just finished frosting it."

[sensethevisions]

"You're the best boyfriend ever," Phoebe said, licking the frosting off of one of his cheeks.

[demonbelthazor]

"...did I get some on myself?" Bel said in all innocence.

[sensethevisions]

She laughed, nodding as she hugged him tightly. "Thank you, love."

[demonbelthazor]

"It's not every day my girl has a birthday," Cole said, dipping his head to kiss her.

[sensethevisions]

"Mmm hmm," Phoebe agreed, kissing him back. "This is wonderful, love."

[demonbelthazor]

"I'm glad you like it," Bel said, then decided to confess in case Piper squealed on him. "Piper made the cake. But I did all the decorating!"