Quinn sat back, licked some icing off her fingertips, and looked down at her handiwork as the cake was cut. All three of them together. It was like a dream come true. She read back the message, still displayed in full view as the slice with her on it was deposited gently in front of her with the clinking of a plate: [i][COLOR=FFE63D]EVERYONE[/color][/i] really was [i][COLOR=FFE63D]ALIVE!!!!![/color][/i]

Then, looking at the little bit of blank space that was left underneath the words—she'd been a little lopsided with where she'd drawn them all—she jumped a little bit.

Everyone was alive. [i]EVERYONE![/i]

And so before she took a bite, she picked up the icing tube again. The light gray this time, so it would show up against the white. Biting her tongue and sticking just the tip out of her mouth in concentration, she carefully, [i]carefully[/i] squeezed it out into one more figure of a person, right next to where hers had been. It took her a little while; she obviously wasn't very good at this, and so it was inevitably a little lopsided, just like Quinn herself was. But it was still clearly recognizable as she put the tube aside and regarded the image proudly. 

Then she cut the slice off—just a touch bigger than the one she had—scooped it onto a plate, and slotted it into the fridge with a great deal of care. It wouldn't do for it to get all messed up by bumping into anything else, right?

After making sure it would be safe, she walked back and sat down again, looking at the two of them in turn. "[COLOR=FFE63D]I'm bringing it when I go see her later tonight![/color]"

With all that said and done, she finally picked up her fork and took a small bite of her own, careful to get some icing in. And her eye [i]shot[/i] open. Another bite, then another and another. [i]God, it was so good![/i] It was sweet, and spongy, and the vanilla was like nothing she'd ever tasted before!

"[COLOR=FFE63D]Deelie,[/color]" she was almost [i]vibrating[/i] with excitement, "[COLOR=FFE63D]You've [i]gotta[/i] teach me how to make these. It's so so so good![/color]"

The guilt crept closer, and the smile started to dim ever so slightly. But she'd survived. And everyone had survived! She deserved one night with her family, didn't she? Just one night?

The smile brightened again. Yeah. One night was fine.