A/N : so yeah, this one is a bit silly. probably could have been a bit better, but I kinda like it.
Thanks to Alexis Rockford for reviewing xD It means a lot to me xD

Enjoy :) - btw the title is what it is because I was dared to write Jelly and Sponge in this one somewhere - so there you go :P

Jelly and Sponge

Gabranth felt really quite silly. He had received an invite to Lord Larsa's tenth name day party from Drace, and for some reason, had felt almost instantly compelled to go. He supposed this was because Drace was going to be there, and this was the exact truth.

Wearing the clothes an archadian gentryman would wear to a posh sort of gathering, Gabranth knocked on Larsa's door softly, and waited for an answer.

After a few seconds Judge Zargabaath opened the door and shot Gabranth a look that said 'I really don't want to be here', before inviting him in. Gabranth supposed it was because he was wearing the pretty much the same kind of clothing as he was, and understood his pain.

In Larsa's room, Drace was sitting elegantly on the floor, next to a very happy Larsa who was munching noisily on a large piece of sponge cake. Gabranth could hardly keep his eyes off of her as he sat down opposite her.

Larsa smiled at Gabranth. Apparently, he was rather glad that his favourite judges had come to celebrate his birthday with him.

'Gabranth!'. Larsa squealed, as Drace handed Gabranth a piece of the sponge cake. 'I'm so glad you could make it!'

Zargabaath sat back down beside Gabranth, and also accepted a piece of the cake.

Gabranth smiled at the young Lord.

'It's a pleasure my lord. I would not have missed this for anything'

If only this were true. The only reason he was doing this anyway was for Drace.

After a day spent entirely of playing musical chairs (Gabranth lost every time), food fights, 'pass the parcel', and various other party games, Gabranth had surprisingly really enjoyed himself. They had put an exhausted Larsa to bed, and Zargabaath had gone his separate ways from Drace and Gabranth. Gabranth was walking Drace back to her room.

Drace smirked at Gabranth, and produced something from behind her back. It was a can of whipped cream, and she was pointing it directly at Gabranth.

Needless to say, at the end of that very eventful day, Gabranth would never look at a can of whipped cream in the same light again...