Anthy Himemiya decided that this day would be the day she made something nice for Utena, to celebrate.
Celebrate what? Graduation? Freedom of choice? Freedom from him?
She frowned slightly as the Witch raced about in her mind, questions for answer-less questions and backup plans for plans. Briefly she prayed that Utena wouldn't read too much into the act of her cooking something.
One trip to the grocery store later, Anthy stood at the counter mixing away at a bowl surrounded by a sink full of dishes and a cooling stove. Resting for a moment, she reached for the spatula flinching slightly at how the metal caught the light just right.
Experimentally she turned the utensil as to salute with it as she saw Utena do so many times: Hand up, palm facing forward and thumb to the ground.
When she turned the utensil so the flat side rested against her palm, she saw Akio's eye reflect back at her.
A shriek exploded from her as she dropped the offending utensil, but she quieted quickly. Staring at the spatula for a few long moments, she picked it up, washed it thoroughly and returned to her task at hand.
Swirl the spatula.
Spread the frosting.
Dot the top to make a pretty peak.
The monotony was getting to her, but she was glad to have something nice to do with all those horribly domestic talents she had picked up over the years. With two more to go, she pat herself on the back for managing to finish before her Prince returned.
Swirl with enough force that you gather the frosting evenly -uniformity makes the presentation.
Turn the pastry, rather than your wrist so you get a nice even pattern.
Tap the top of the frosting so it makes a nice point - it helps the sprinkles look as though they're cascading down the frosting.
One more, she rejoiced mentally - the stove hadn't finished cooling yet and it was uncomfortable to say the least.
Swirl the tension in the room - make sure you magnify them and not yourself.
Spread yourself among the duelists - keep yourself visible and them wanting eternity.
Make sure you turn at your hips to make your dress billow around as though you were a crown of frosting on a treat.
Anthy paused, feeling her skin grow dewy with sweat. Diligently, she frosted the last cupcake - lines uneven from shaking so much and set it in the middle of the tray. Setting down the spatula and smoothing the front of her dress, she made her way to the loveseat in the living room.
As ChuChu began to stir, Anthy buried her head in her hands. Her chest tightened and as he attempted to climb up her skirt, squeaking questions at her, she began to cry.