Cake Or Death?
“Hey, cake, I love cake!” he smiled, but who wouldn’t? It was, after all, cake, and cake was second only to pie.
“I know you do,” she laughed, her eyes sparkling as she enjoyed his giddy, child-like reaction to the treats laid out before him. “Cake or death?”
“Death…no, wait, I meant cake!” They both laughed now, but she could see he was a little distracted by trying to decide exactly which cake to eat.
“So…what are you going to have first?” she asked.
“I fancy a chocolate éclair,” he replied, “you know how much I love them… The chocolate, the cream, the pastry, they’re just cake perfection. Where’s the éclair?”
“There, um, isn’t one,” she cautiously replied, she’d known this was coming, but, still, he should just be pleased he had cake, right?
“Why is there no éclair? Éclairs are my favourite, why wouldn’t you get me an éclair?” he asked, aware that he sounded a little ungrateful, so he tried to say it with a smile and seem endearing.
“Because you can’t have an éclair, I know you want one more than anything, I know it’s your favourite cake in the whole wide world, but you can’t have one,” she sighed. “Have another cake, a vanilla slice, a doughnut, a cinnamon roll…”
“But…but…I don’t want any of those…”
“They’re nice, they’re tasty, you’ll enjoy them, trust me,” she smiled.
“I know, they’re great, they’re wonderful…especially the cinnamon roll, I can kinda’ see myself eating that…but all the time I’d still be wanting the éclair.”
“There’s a French fancy here, you like those…” she offered him the bright pink cake.
“I just ate one, it left a funny aftertaste…”
“Are we even talking about cake anymore?” she looked puzzled.
“Were we ever?” he replied.