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[souffle_girlek]

Today is a momentous day.

Today is the day that Oswin set out to make a chocolate cake... and succeeded.

Mostly.

It was going to be a three-layer cake, but one of the layers had something tragic happen to it, so she revised her plan to a two-layer cake.

(For the record, crumbled cake bits are just as tasty as whole cakes, and there's a pan of those somewhere in the kitchen.)

So now that Oswin has stacked her cake, and has gotten a base layer of frosting on, now she gets to decorate.

This is why she's commandeered a booth - it was getting quiet in the kitchen, and here she has plenty of room to spread out with multiple colors of frosting and piping bags and every tip she could lay her hands on and...

Well, mostly make a mess, but the intent is to decorate, yes.

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[vorpatril]

Ivan was asleep and then wandered into his bathroom before finding himself in Milliways. This isn't how he likes to look as he's in loose pajama pants and a tank top.

After going to the bathroom, he's heading back to his door when he stops and stares at Oswin's decorating, that's impressive.

[souffle_girlek]

It's impressively messy, at least - she has a decent rose motif started, but she's starting to reach critical mass for stray bits of frosting, before it starts ending up places she doesn't want it, like in her hair.

"Decorating the landscape?" She calls when he stops long enough to become noticeable.

[vorpatril]

"I think you're doing that better than I am,"

He runs a hand through his hair to try and make it be slightly neat and he is wearing slippers, that's something.

[souffle_girlek]

"I'm not the the one rocking the bedhead look though." She retorts, adding another petal to the newest rose. "That puts you at the top of the list for decorative details."

[vorpatril]

"I'm glad to have your approval. Can I help?"

Some icing is near the table edge and he skims it up with his finger.

[pullsneedles]

You know what sucks? Going upstairs to look for a room but finding you don't have a permanent one. Lucas, who had forgotten to get a key, was in such a predicament.

This place is supposed to be home, isn't it? So why does it feel less and less like home with each day?

He knows somewhere in his mind that he can get a key to a room from Bar, but right now he just wants to sit down and stay sad for a bit. He can be heard hiccoughing under the table of the booth in front of Oswin's.

[souffle_girlek]

It's a tiny bit embarrassing how long it takes Oswin to notice anything out of the ordinary, really. You'd think with her history she would be on permanent alert to all things weird, but honestly, there's only so much you can do.

Eventually, however, it dawns on her that the neighboring table is hiccoughing.

Hurriedly she tucks her feet underneath her, and checks under hers to be sure. Her table seems to have come without hidden tenants, which is mildly reassuring.

[pullsneedles]

Wouldn't that have been a surprise?

Lucas's hiccoughing eventually subsides, but then he thinks maybe he'd like to get out from under the table. On his way, he ends up hitting his head.

"Owww..."

He rubs a hand on top of his blond head, the rest of him still hidden underneath.

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin looks over, raising an eyebrow at the noise and rather hoping that it isn't some sort of table-haunting ghost. When it isn't, she's rather relieved.

"That's probably why you're not supposed to be under there."

[pullsneedles]

Lucas turns up to look at her before glancing down at the floor.

"Yeah. That's prolly right."

Is he supposed to be anywhere?

He crawls out all the way and then sits down on the floor, his back leaning against the booth.

[hail_the_username]

It was probably inevitable.

On one of the rafters above Oswin's booth, there is a line of small, brightly bedecked rodents, watching with reverent awe.

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin is remarkably proud of herself in that she doesn't shoot frosting all over when she looks up and is confronted by a bunch of beady rodent eyes.

(The startled squeak she's just going to fail to mention to anyone, ever.)

"Oh. You're... still here. Not been exercising any spears, I hope?"

Please don't have any spears with you, tiny mice.

[hail_the_username]

"No, Holiness," says one of the mice gravely. "We abide by the Decree of the Lady Bar, as you have Instructed us."

"For it is Definitely Her Will that there is Spear-Resting," intones another. "Spears Shall Not be Exercised here."

[souffle_girlek]

"Oh, that's... that's good. Definitely good. Lady Bar is much pleased." She nods, attempting to be equally somber. It's not really her default mode of being, so it's a stretch.

Her beady-eyed audience helps.

"So what have you been doing?"

[hail_the_username]

"The Colony thrives, Holiness," says the spokesmouse. "Thanks to the generosity of the Lady Bar."

"Hail the Lady Bar!" chorus the others.

[1nv1nc1ble]

"Hey, cake," says the teenager in the superhero uniform. "What's the occasion?""

[souffle_girlek]

"You need an occasion for cake?" Oswin asks in return, highly confused by this notion.

[1nv1nc1ble]

"Well... no, not really," he admits. "But, it's often the case." He brightens, and adds, "But, if you have cake, then it's an occasion, right? The occasion of having cake!"

[souffle_girlek]

"... That... is a way of looking at it." Oswin allows, raising an eyebrow. "Also a recipe for having a very momentous life."

[1nv1nc1ble]

"Life is full of moments," he says, nodding. "Nothing wrong with acknowledging it. At this moment, I'm talking to you about cake. Soon, when I go back through the Door, I will have a moment of escorting a mission to Mars off the launch pad. Which will be, I think, a very momentous moment."

He grins, then adds, "Sorry. I'm being silly. I'm called Invincible."

[hasthehighground]

"Hey," Clint says, sounding faintly impressed. He's shrugging out of his warm SHIELD zip-up sweater, folding it as he walks over. The bar isn't nearly as cold as the cube chamber. "You make that?"

[souffle_girlek]

"I did!" She replies with decided and understandable pride - it's a pretty cake, and it's made even prettier by the decorations. "And I didn't leave a single thing out, or burn it, or underbake it, or anything."

[hasthehighground]

"Congratulations."

He slides into the booth across from her, and gives it a thoughtful look. Then gives her a thoughtful look.

"How much decorating do I have to do to earn a slice?"

[souffle_girlek]

"How are you at frosting leaves?" She asks in return, continuing work on her frosting roses. "Because the goal is to decorate this bad boy, gloat at it, and then... figure out what one does with a whole cake when you don't intend on eating nearly that much cake."

[hasthehighground]

"I could frost leaves." He took a moment to consider it, first, but leaves are pretty simple -- right? "You can freeze them. They don't keep amazingly, but my wedding cake leftovers were still okay after 20 months."

Not that they were great, or that he and Bobbi had more than a forkful each, but there wasn't any mold or anything. It probably would've been better if he'd been able to make it back for their first anniversary.

The emergency anniversary frosties from Wendy's were more their style anyway.

"The first one," he clarifies, having picked up the green tube. "Dee and I had an ice cream cake."