“YAY! Cake!” He cheered, watching as Kiki got out all of the ingredients for cake decorating. His eyes sparkled as he looked at the icings and fondant. He began drawing out a plan in his mind of how to manipulate the icing into the finely detailed graph of a space-time cone he had planned out.      

          ”Hm… Now that I think about it, perhaps a graph is too complex for a cake…? I’m afraid such thick icing wouldn’t be able to accurately express the beauty of physics. I’m starting to understand why I’ve never seen a graph on a cake before.”  The angel looked slightly disappointed in his own statement.            

That was when his eyes met with the bottle of sprinkles.  “Kiki…” he said, eyeing the bottle more closely.  “Michael once told me about this thing demons created, called ‘glitter’, that looked like tiny colorful pieces but got everywhere and never went away…”  the angel looked up at Kiki, worry in his eyes. “Is this.. what that is? Have you met a demon before? Are we really putting something like that on a cake?”

   “Ah...yes. ‘Cake Time’.” Stanislav mumbled, almost as if to himself. Why had he accepted this offer, again--? Of course he knew. He couldn’t help but admit his soft-spot for the wiccan that so excitedly tugged his hand, leading him to her residence.

          Once inside, Stanislav very clearly established himself as an observer by leaning back, arms crossed. His eyes narrowed as he intently watched the way the pair seemed to navigate her kitchen; pulling out a variety of items that weren’t necessarily unrecognizable, though ultimately useless within the vampire’s perception.

             “A space cone for a cake--? I can’t say I’ve seen such a feat attempted.” He commented, figuring he could at least afford to acknowledge the angel’s thoughts. Despite the chaotic energy before him, Kasumi was no idiot; as oblivious as he may have been. His affinity towards physics and other sciences was of particular interest to Stanislav.

              Raising a brow as Kasumi mentioned sprinkles being created by demons; a sigh escaped his undead body. “Those are called sprinkles, Mister Kasumi. I can vouch for it that no demons have ever made such a thing. It’s merely a means of decorating human sweets.”

             Looking over to Kiki, the vampire king gave her a look that emphasized his stance: he would remain an observer. By no means would he resign himself to help decorate a cake.

She looked thoughtfully at the cake and all the decorations laid out. It likely would be too difficult to replicate the graph that Kasumi wanted. “We could always decorate it like space....or maybe the night sky and make a moon and stars.....” she thought aloud until Kasumi brought the sprinkles and creation of glitter up. She looks to Stan and grins before turning back to Kasumi with a worried look on her face. “You’re right....I actually have met a demon before.....” with furrowed brows and a pout she motioned towards the sprinkles. “I fell in love with him but he told me we could only be together if I got an angel to eat glitter. He gave me these special glitter for cake since he knew angels loved sweets....” She sounded saddened “glitter can cause angels to lose their powers....but after meeting you I really liked you so I didn’t want to do it anymore. But if I don’t then the demon said he’d kill me!” Her voice sounded panicked and she even managed to fake tears in her eyes.

She watched how panicked and confused the angel looked and let it all play out for a moment before she burst out into laughter. Clutching her stomach as she lets Stan explain to the poor angel that they weren’t of any danger and finally she managed to stop laughing. “Stans right, these are called sprinkles and they are like edible candies for sweets. I’ve also never heard of glitter being made by demons but....interesting theory?” She raises a brow, she personally thought glitter was pretty but it definitely was annoying to clean up. “So did you like my idea to decorate it like the night sky?” She knows Stan doesn’t want to do any decorating but she was going to attempt to somehow get him involved.