Merrill frowned down at the wooden block. Atop said block lay several lumps of dough. Lumps Merrill was close to calling, cake. Hearing footsteps, the elf hurriedly swiped an arm across the block, knocking several of the lumps along with bowls, spoons and bags of flour, to the floor. Isabella frowned, arriving in the kitchen. She failed to hide a snicker at Merrill's appearance.
"Having fun?" The former pirate smirked. Merrill's eyes widened slightly.
"Not really, I can't seem to get the yeast to react properly with the rest of the ingredients in my cake.." Worrying her bottom lip, the elf looked nervously around the previously sparkling kitchen, wondering how it had ended up looking like some sort of winter wonderland. Isabella leaned sideways, leaning on the doorframe as she inspected the lumps.
"Well, looks like you'll be needing a hand.." She winked. Merrill frowned.
"Why did you wink?" She asked, innocence lacing her voice.
"Because it was an- Oh, never mind. My humor is wasted on you." Isabella muttered but smiled to take the sting off the words. Merrill smiled back and thrust a flour covered sheet of paper towards her companion. Isabella frowned at it for a second before relenting and picking up a bag of flour and turning to Merrill, smirk set in place,
"Well.. don't just stand there.."
Hawke frowned in her sleep. Something felt uneasy. Keeping her eyes closed, she listened as someone snuck around her bedroom.
"…bella…"
"…shush!... cake.."
"..sleeping… beautiful.." Realizing the 'someone' was in fact Merrill and Isabella, Robin sat up and smiled.
"Morning," She began.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAWKE!" Merrill chimed, throwing her arms around the older woman's neck. Hawk simply grinned,
"Thank-you Merrill.." her smiled dropped though, as she sniffed the air. A bread-like sweetness invading her senses.
"Okay, I hope that isn't the smell of cake.." Merrill's face dropped.
"But Hawke it's your-"
"Did you make it with Isabella?"
"Well yes but-" Hawke frantically shook her head, ignoring the playful glares coming from Isabella.
"She spends her time making poisons and cake. Tell me you didn't try the cake.." Merrill looked down to her stomach, worrying her bottom lip in an adorable fashion. Hawke laughed and, finally catching on, a blush rose up Merrill's neck before creeping onto her cheeks. Isabella huffed.
"Well, thanks! I help make you a cake and this is what I get.."
"'Bella," Robin began. Isabella waved it off with a smile and left the room, but not before she ran a finger through the icing of the cake that had been haphazardly dropped to Hawke's dresser.
"Hawke.." Merrill squeaked.
"Yes Merrill?"
"Are you having a happy birthday?" The elf asked, tilting her head up to gaze at her lover. Hawke smiled and kissed her partner softly,
"Now I am."