Hyperion Kitchen, Midnight, Sunday
Oct. 11th, 2009 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demonbelthazorBel 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.]
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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Date: 2009-10-12 06:37 pm (UTC)