Cakes for the King

by wavewright62

Summary:

Sometimes a body's got to take matters into their own, uh, hand.

"This pan goes in separately." The kitchen helper whisked the tray of unbaked cakes away. "They're for the goa- the King."

"What do you mean, separately," the head cook grabbed the boy by the collar. The hapless helper tried to correct the tilt of the tray but one by one, the small cakes slid off the tray and landed face down onto the floor. The helper stared at them, crestfallen.

"Why are you frowning," the cook grumbled, "you were going to put sand in them anyway, weren't you?"

Brinna peered at the helper again. "Ah. It's you."

Gen nodded morosely.

Notes:

I blame the allure of powerful numbers. The cry went up in Discord that we needed only a few more entries to reach the magic number of pieces in WTT, the nice magic number that is, and I wrote this in literally ten minutes in an attempt to do my part. I honestly don't know where I got the idea from. Dropping cakes? Gen would never, but here we are.