the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
"I thought so too." Amhran grins of his ice cream cake, stretching briefly before lifting his small square of parchment and gently blowing on it to encourage it to dry. He knows better than to add more wet paint for the details before this part is finished, and luckily he's a patient sort; besides which, desserts are a topic that will happily occupy him in the meantime. "Ah, that sounds good as well," he says of Deimos's chocolate and peanut butter contribution. "I tried raspberry ripple ice cream the other day, so I think I would probably have that flavour."
And then, turning to Erebos, because it is also the youth's birthday this season, "And what would you prefer? Perhaps carrot cake, or a confetti cake? I saw one of those in the window of a bakery," he adds of the latter, glancing to Deimos and grinning. It had seemed loud for a cake, but he imagines it would taste perfectly fine. "I think that would be a good idea, yes. I will perhaps not eat too many slices at once, though." After the cotton candy at the Festival of Lights, which had seen him soar and crash in a sugar rush - and throw up on the way home.
And then, turning to Erebos, because it is also the youth's birthday this season, "And what would you prefer? Perhaps carrot cake, or a confetti cake? I saw one of those in the window of a bakery," he adds of the latter, glancing to Deimos and grinning. It had seemed loud for a cake, but he imagines it would taste perfectly fine. "I think that would be a good idea, yes. I will perhaps not eat too many slices at once, though." After the cotton candy at the Festival of Lights, which had seen him soar and crash in a sugar rush - and throw up on the way home.
