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WHO: Futaba, Residents of Heropa 001, and you!
WHERE: Heropa 001
WHEN: February 19
WHAT: baby girl is turning 18 come hang out and have cake!
WARNINGS: Teenage shenanigans?

I. Cake is not a lie

One of the upsides to Futaba running LeBlanc here was that she had to learn some cooking skills that went beyond heating a cup of instant noodles. Lucky for her diet, lucky for those she cooks for. In today's case, she wasn't so much cooking as she was baking. And while the freshly frosted cake looked impeccable, the state of the kitchen was another matter entirely.

"Eheh...I should probably clean that up..." Futaba faired no better than the kitchen, icing smeared across her cheek and her shirt dusted in flour. "Have some cake! It's a party."

II. Party games=friendships dying over the blue shell

Let no person say that Futaba Sakura is not competitive. In most aspects of life, that would be true. But put a controller in her hand and you were asking for trouble and creating a monster.

Currently, she was cackling as she veered around and blew past her recent victim in Maria Carta. One could never guess that a pastel pastry decorated go-kart could be so vicious.

"First place again~! Next challenger??"

III. Even birthday girls can crash and burn

Battery dead, socialization maxed. Error 101, Futaba.exe is overloaded. Please reboot.

After hours of spending time with people, the lady of the hour needs a time out. Futaba has filtered out of the limelight by this point. She's wandered through the kitchen and is now making her way around the outdoor garden. If anyone makes their way out there they may find her walking a slow lazy path around the small space, or taking up a corner of a bench, or even gently working with some of the plants.

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Don't worry Futaba, someone just stepped into the disaster zone of a kitchen and simple cracked his fingers together before getting to work.

"I'll take care of it." Be it Sakura or another (not that Sojiro was this dirty in the kitchen) Ren was always willing to give a hand. "Do you have an apron I could use?"

"Uhm...I think there's one--" She pauses to go digging around the kitchen before dredging one up, tucked safely away from the mess in a drawer. "Here!"

She hands it over with a grin, proud of her find. "I can still help..."

He won't argue with a birthday girl, quickly putting on the apron with a small show of theatrics.

"If you want...you did great work by the way."

"You think?" It's said with a grin, made all the more ridiculous by the icing still smeared across her cheek.

"Make sure you try it! It might look good, but I think it has to taste good too."

Which was Ren's first order of business once he got a small clean rag, gently removing it with a smile, before grabbing some of the pot and pans. Normally it would be strange to eat something that should be served for her birthday, but considering it was Futaba's request there was no way he was going to deny it.

"So you have samples I can try?"

"Duh. There was some extra batter so..."

And like the maniacal genius she is, Futaba whips out some cupcakes--where was she hiding them? How were they so perfectly frosted? One may never know. But she's offering them up all the same.

Ren gasps somewhat dramatically at her presentation because if Futaba is going to make a big show of it, he is going to gosh-darn it be the most supportive person about it. Also they look amazing? He then claps his hands together.

"Thank you for the food!"

Then he plops the entire thing (sans the cupcake paper) into his mouth in a single bite.

Give him a few seconds before he does a thumbs up and finishes to eat it all.