you learned to breathe underwater —

[gasping]

WHO: caroline forbes & you!
WHERE: the safehouse
WHEN: october 10
WHAT: an impromptu birthday celebration.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: excessive cheeriness.

[ by mid-day, a new message appears on the network from a new user, @caroline.forbes: ]

It's my birthday, apparently, so I made cake. Please don't make me eat all of it!

[ it's a fairly short message, but it's at least accompanied by a few photos of a cake, surprisingly delicious looking for being made of everything but chocolate.

those in the safehouse will have likely heard caroline baking up a storm all morning, and may be aware that the photos show her fourth attempt at this extremely finicky futuristic cake. by the time she posts her photos, all the evidence has been scrubbed clean from the countertops (and dishes and floor and tabletops and trash cans) of the safehouse kitchen. ]

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ooc note: feel free to have your character reply on the network, come by in person, or a combination thereof. this post is a combo pack because i didn't feel like making a network and log post on the same day. #lazy

Comments

[apathet]

I'd love some.

[ immediate. give her some of that cake, stat.

at this point she also leans to put a hand on that towel, sliding it across the worktop Caroline's way. ]

So. In honor of your birthday... a gift. [ light humour in the tone: "a gift" is pushing it. but given that she neither knew it was Caroline's birthday nor had the money, time or awareness of good shopping spots to get something decent even if she did, something's better than nothing.

call it captive humor. ] It's unused.

[ did somebody steal a spare on arrival and has been hiding it away for a rainy day ever since? you never know where the next clean, dry towel is coming from, you know? ]

[gasping]

You didn't have to get me a gift. [ but she's smiling all the same, pleased at the effort even if it's not exactly high fashion. a clean, dry towel is definitely useful when you have high maintenance hair needs. ] But thank you.

[ again. have some cake, laura, delicately sliced and plated on mismatched safehouse dishware. what caroline wouldn't give for a pretty cake platter and some scallop-edged china plates. ]

Please don't tell me if it's terrible, I don't think I can take the rejection.

[apathet]

[ a smile that looks almost uncomfortable, like she's not quite sure how smiling works, and then it's time for cake. she nabs a fork (look, she's not too proud to eat with her hands but she is in polite company), takes a stab, raises it to her mouth and takes that first bite - ]

... Holy shit.

[ spoken with a full mouth, but that's not the grossest thing Caroline's seen her do with food in their brief time here so far, so whatever. a hand goes to her mouth as she chews, trying to keep herself from further expression until she's swallowed.

no luck. ]

That. [ pointing at it with said fork ] Is delicious. [ swallow. ] What did you do?

[gasping]

[ achievement unlocked, laura moon. you've made caroline forbes blush, flattery softening her features as her gaze drops down to the serving knife still in her hands.

speaking of, maybe she should put that down. ]

I just followed the recipe. [ like, four times. ] I added a little extra vanilla extract, just to make it a little sweeter? But I really just followed the recipe, honestly, I didn't make it up or anything.