Triumph!
His grin was annoyingly smug (and a little floury) at her exclamation, and entirely unapologetic. Unfortunately, Deimos still hadn't hammered the habit of resting on his laurels out of the courier yet, and Tal was slow to react. He thought that he'd won, but then it turned out that Delia was just reloading he hadn't put enough space between them.
Not nearly enough.
He tried to dodge back and his stocking foot slid on some loose flour on the floor, making him an easy target for the Warden's buttery retribution. He spluttered in dismay and reached up to wipe the butter off his nose; getting most, but only smearing the rest of it worse. "Hey! Not in the face!" But he was laughing so hard he almost fell over as he protested.
His hand bumped a measuring cup of cream that had been meant for the icing. Alas... now it was meant for Cordelia, as Tal snagged it and flung the contents gleefully towards her so she'd have a mess to match his earlier egging. "Face it, Del - you're getting creamed!"
His grin was annoyingly smug (and a little floury) at her exclamation, and entirely unapologetic. Unfortunately, Deimos still hadn't hammered the habit of resting on his laurels out of the courier yet, and Tal was slow to react. He thought that he'd won, but then it turned out that Delia was just reloading he hadn't put enough space between them.
Not nearly enough.
He tried to dodge back and his stocking foot slid on some loose flour on the floor, making him an easy target for the Warden's buttery retribution. He spluttered in dismay and reached up to wipe the butter off his nose; getting most, but only smearing the rest of it worse. "Hey! Not in the face!" But he was laughing so hard he almost fell over as he protested.
His hand bumped a measuring cup of cream that had been meant for the icing. Alas... now it was meant for Cordelia, as Tal snagged it and flung the contents gleefully towards her so she'd have a mess to match his earlier egging. "Face it, Del - you're getting creamed!"
