Cakes.

There are cakes.

Why are there cakes?

There are two cakes. Is this a test?

Thump. Thump. Sniffle... sigh. Euna lifts her head up again to stare at Sabrem through her bleary honey-brown eyes. Her "idol's eyes", like Mom always called them. There's that stupid word again. And Mom. And the... and the woman... and the woman who... there are two cakes. This is a test. It's a test and she's failing. 

She rises up onto her knees. Staring at cakes. At two cakes. This is a test. Suddenly she's seized with a wild desire to scream and smash both of them against a window. That's just what she's gonna do. She moves slowly. She's watching Sabrem. Watching her enemy, waiting for signs of an attack, looking for the moment she needs to jump up and fight and this whole thing will make sense again. Her hand is near the beautiful store bought cake now. Stupid thing. She hasn't eaten a cake in six years. Not about to start now. Her fingers move by themselves.

Quietly, Euna grabs one of the blunted knives fixed to the packaging. She slowly and carefully cuts herself a slice from both cakes, and puts them on a plate. She grabs a fork, sticks it in the slice from the clearly homemade one, and then brings a bit up to her mouth. She closes her eyes as she chews. It's sweet. It's much too sweet.

"...Can't finish these by myself."