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[Color=gold]“Hmm… I… I don't know about this.”[/color] Erik stared down at the pink frosting-covered cake with skepticism as he held a large knife in hand. He was the first to discover its existence and knew who had made it since he watched Poppy drop it off like a delivery-person. The fact that Poppy hadn't taken a slice from the cake was red flag number one…

For most, a red flag was a prime indicator for backing away and taking your business elsewhere but Erik wasn't most. Others in the Commune might argue that red flag number one was the simple fact that Poppy was involved in making the cake. Whichever came first, there were two reasons to not indulge in the cake. 

Erik took a step back with an apologetic look on his face. He kept his voice low as he commented on the cake aloud.

[Color=gold]“People can get better at things, right? If I back away now, no one will take that first bite.”[/color] Erik gulped and took a step forward. [Color=gold]“But what if it's really bad?”[/color] If Erik looked uncomfortable before… [color=gold]“It could be good though… But when has it ever been good? Jeez.”[/color] Erik knew he had to face the music tonight but not like this. 

Erik sliced into the cake, and then again to get a proper yet small slice he could retrieve with a fork. He placed the slice on his plate and winced as he knew there was even less room to turn back now. [Color=gold][I]Who makes her do these things to us?[/I][/color] 

The old revenant felt like he was staring at the slice for minutes but in reality, only several seconds had passed. He still had the opportunity to offer the slice to someone else. He could tell the person that he made it! Yes! He didn't bake much but he could pass it off as his first try!

[Color=gold][I]But what if it's really bad…[/I][/color] He frowned at the thought of being grouped up with Poppy as one of the worst food preparers of the Commune. With a defeated sigh he dug his fork into the slice and pulled away a small piece. 

[Center][I][Color=goldenrod]“As our leader, you're responsible for doing all of the unpleasant things no one wants to.”[/color]

[Color=gold]“Leader? Not this again.”[/color]

[Color=goldenrod]“You were outvoted last week.”[/color]

[Color=gold]“Ajax didn't even answer.”[/color]

[Color=goldenrod]“He gave you a nod after my vote, remember?”[/color][/I][/center]

The faint memory made him smile just as he took a bite of the cake. He anticipated the worst but was pleasantly surprised. He didn't gag, spit it out, or make a sour face. The cake actually tasted quite good. [Color=gold]“No way.”[/color] He muttered before taking another forkful and shoving it into his mouth. He gulped it down with a shocked look on his face. [Color=gold]“No way! Everyone, the cake is good! Poppy, I always knew you could do it!”[/color]

He took his slice and walked over to help finish setting up for karaoke. With a working mic, plenty to drink, and tasty cake, tonight was fixing to be a great time!
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