"Aaaaactually," Rae grins, resting her elbows on the table. "Death of Marat was one of my very first experiments when I got my bakery - nearly ten years ago, now. I was messing around with pastries that look like one thing but turn out to be different when you take a bite. And I made this pastry in an oval, high-sided ramekin, all light and flaky and buttery and unassuming on the top, but with heavy, dark, blackberry and raspberry filling hiding underneath. Some of the regulars at my father's coffeehouse had gathered to be test subjects for my experiment, and when my friend Aimil stuck her fork into the pastry, the dark red filling gushed out over the side of the tub-like ramekin to pool on the countertop."

Rae grins, wryly, running a hand back through her red hair. "It was, I'll admit, a trifle dramatic."

Or a dramatic trifle.

"And Aimil - she's a librarian, and reads a lot and knows a lot about art and history and such - starts laughing and says, 'Gods, Sunshine, what is this, the Death of Marat?' So it got its name. I still have longtime regulars who'll ask for it, occasionally, but light, flaky pastries with heavy, dark fillings are a pain to make, and I've gotten better at saying no. Unless I really like you."


(ooc: All totally canon. :D)