[ the icing is all that matters (and alisha is quite grateful none of it is on her.) alisha glances down at his question, not really sure if it will leave a stain. she doesn't really know this shit — doesn't really go out of her way to eat cakes these days. all she knows is there's no way to get bloodstains out without really ripping apart clothing. ]

[ she doesn't sound too angry as she ponders: ] Think it'll be all right. [ she glances at him, specifically at his staff. it reminds her of a scythe, the way it's shaped. her brows crease together: ] Why're you trying to pick up a cake with a staff? That shit's just going to fall off onto the floor and make an even bigger mess.