Alice stared silently at the cook book. Why did people submit themselves to such torture?
"lets see…first I have to grease the pan…" Alice looked around frantically for the grease.
"no grease…" she huffed and then spotted a bag titled yeast. Alice shrugged and then spread it on the pan. The rest of the ingredients went rather smoothly and she popped the soon-to-be-cake into the oven. She looked at it proudly as it began to rise but when it came out it was all lumpy. She scowled and beat the lumps down with a butter knife. She then promptly frosted it.
"here" huffed a very angry looking Alice plopping down a lopsided messy looking thing that Oz assumed to be a food Item.
"happy birthday" she muttered. He read the messy pink frosted scrawl on the cake.
"Happy birthday manservant" he read. He smiled up at her. And noticed she was blushing…
"I don't have any money so I couldn't buy you anything…so I spoke to Sharon and she gave me this idea" she bent down and pressed her mouth to his
"Happy birthday Oz" she said softly then fled…he sighed in contentment.
"Happy birthday" he whispered
