Cakes! And scones and tasty creamy pies and chocolate tarts and raspberry lollipops yum –

"Sasha!" Someone is looking at me concernedly and I swallow. But cakes? Where is food, so tasty hungry cakes –

"Sasha"!" comes the hiss again, and I jerk my head. Oh. It's Armin, so sweet and kind. But why? Armin looks like he would be very good at making cakes, very good at cooking tender meat that falls off the bone and juicy, juicy –

Someone has whacked me on the head. Looking up, I see it is Mr. Freiheit. His impassive face looms near.

"Your failure to respond, even after I repeated my question, has been noted. Try to apply your potato-sized brain and stop wasting everyone's time with your idiocy."

Mr Freihart is short like a candy cane but he is scary and he scares me. As I look into his eyes that seem to pierce my soul, I try to think about many intelligent and virtuous things in case he can read my mind. Luckily, he swivels and, turning his attention back to the class, barks out alternate insults and homework instructions. I am saved.

Putting away my books, I wonder what lunch will be served at the cafeteria today! I hope that I can sit with my friends today and eat happily, not like last time Mr Freihart made me bring him some potatoes. That time, there weren't any left, and Mikasa was angry because Eren gave me his instead. Eren is nice, I like him, even though once he tried to bite Annie and some people are scared of him. Mr Freihart always says he needs special tutoring sessions though, I don't know why.

Armin has saved a seat for me at his table and now I am very happy! Because Armin is giving us all cake from his grandpa's bakery.

"What's this, Armin?" Mikasa is saying, brow slightly furrowed. Armin colours.

"Well, I thought that because it's Eren's birthday, we should surprise him and celebrate."

Mikasa is looking upset. Why? Oh, Eren is here!

"Eren!" we all exclaim, and ambush him at once with various hugs. "Happy birthday!"

Eren's hair is very messy, but he is looking at the cakes! He should not take my cake, though. He says to Armin, "You didn't have to do this for me," and gives him a hug. This hug is long and squashes blond, small Armin.

Mikasa gives me her cake and says that she is going to study and I am so happy because I have two pieces of delicious cake! Eren is staring after her as she leaves, red scarf fluttering, even as Armin talks rapidly and embarrassedly.

Eren's eyes are very green and swirly. Once I saw Armin drawing them. I wish I were good at drawing, too. Mr Freihart says that my drawings look like potatoes.