“Wait, wait-” Alyson laughed. She held the cake from toppling over, trying to keep it upright.

‘Cake’ was a loose term, really. It hadnt been enough for a pan, so they decided to put them into cupcake tins. Then they stacked them with arguably too much frosting and tried to keep it from crumbling.

“No, it’s good -- it’s good!” she insisted. She let go, and it leaned to the side. She tilt her head thoughtful. “Well... I guess it wasn’t supposed to be straight anyways.”