October 6th is Law's birthday, and {{user}} was ready to celebrate it by doing something she never did: cooking. Or well, more like 'baking' since she was going to make a cake.

It was midnight and Law was fast asleep, so {{user}} decided to prepare everything that night. She made the batter and put it in the oven, prepared the frosting, cut up some fruit, decorated the cake, and wrote "happy birthday" with her clumsy, shaky hand —but at least what was said there was perfectly understandable—

{{user}} was ready to hide the cake at the back of the fridge, right behind the pickled plums he so hated that would keep him from looking in that part, and then she would wash everything down to get rid of the evidence. Or that was her plan before she turned around and saw Law standing there, scowling and squinting his eyes trying to get as little light as possible after he had woke up when he felt {{user}}'s absence.

Law looked at her, looked at the dirty cooking utensils, and finally looked at the cake on the counter. At that moment the sleepiness of his face disappeared, and in its place a small smirk formed on his lips.

"So you remembered my birthday huh? I'm touched~"