For some reason, there are a lot of Midgardians with birthdays in February. (What do they get up to in May??) As it happens, my birthday also falls in this month, if reckoned by the Midgardian calendar. Today, in fact.
Sigyn has made me a birthday cake, with her own pretty little hands. It looks…er… scrumptious, darling–thank you!
Oh. Sigyn says that it is supposed to look like that. The brown bits are a tasty crumb topping. Fair enough. I’ve nothing against tasty crumbs.
Ooo! It also has a jammy blood-red filling! It quite looks as if I’ve butchered the poor pastry. Sigyn is so cute when she pretends to be horrified.
Mmmm. Messy, but good. Thank you, dearest. You certainly know what I like.
I just hope I can keep the greedy human female from inhaling the remainder.