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"Cakes and the Dangers of Over-Preparing"
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Swirl glanced over Daisy's shoulder. "What are you doing?"
"I'm looking for a cake for the five year anniversary party of MyT-Spot," Daisy said, clicking through the Google listings of Forks' bakeries. "I don't know where we're going to get it," she added sarcastically, noting the lone bakery in town. "There are just so many options."
"Why don't we get a vanilla sheet cake from the Thriftway?"
"Ugh, boring. It has to be special," Daisy said. "What do you think of pound cake with butter cream frosting?"
"Well, I think vanilla is specia—"
"Oh! Or spice cake with a pumpkin cheesecake filling? That sounds awesome!"
"I think vanilla sounds equally as—"
"Or white chocolate with raspberry filling!"
"I just think vanilla is more classic."
"Really, Edward? What is your deal with vanilla? They have over twenty different fun flavors." Daisy tossed an irritated look back at her boyfriend. His expression was close to panic.
"Nothing," Swirl lied. "We can go with whatever you'd like."
Daisy turned her chair around to directly face him. "No, really. What's wrong?"
There was a stilted pause before Swirl said, "I want it to be a surprise."
"Want what to be a surprise? The cake for the party?"
"Not exactly," answered Swirl, his cheeks reddening. "Our wedding cake."
That was certainly not what Daisy was expecting. "Explain. Immediately."
"Well, when I ordered it, I wasn't sure what kind you would like... so I ordered all of them," Swirl said.
"You ordered a cake already?" Daisy shrieked. "We aren't even engaged yet!"
"Yes, I realize that." Swirl crossed his arms defensively. "But I was thirteen and it seemed like a good idea at the time! It's the only bakery in town and they have a wait list!"
Daisy stared at him for a moment longer before turning back to the computer. Sometimes she would never understand the way her boyfriend's mind worked. "Ordered over twenty different kinds of cake," she grumbled to herself. "How many guests does he expect us to have?"