When I visited my friend to make our cloak mockup, she bought me a little chocolate cake in an airtight packet from the corner shop because I expressed curiosity about it. I wasn't hungry for it just then because we'd had ice cream and mangos, so I put it into my backpack. So on Sunday, when all the trains were stopped and it took me hours and hours to get home and it was past my dinner time and I was getting spacey and hangry, I remembered my little chocolate cake in its little airtight packet. I ate it and it was delicious and I made it home.










