48. Cake

"I trust you boys to make Flora's birthday cake. Don't let her know you're doing it though."

Luke remembered his mentor's words as he made sure that Flora was occupied with her latest mystery novel from her favorite author before returning to the kitchen. Clive had already occupied himself with getting out all the ingredients and setting out measuring cups. The two weren't horrible chefs, but they weren't great either. If only Emmy could have helped them.

Clive tied on an apron, offering one to Luke. Emmy's aprons were the complete opposite of Flora's, which were frilly and cute while hers either had muscle or American superhero patterns.

They got through most of the recipe and were able to bake the cake with no problems. While they were making the frosting, however, Katarina called them to help her wrap some presents.

Flora sniffed, smelling the delicious smell wafting from the kitchen. Curious, she came over, seeing a cake cooling in a pan. A bowl of frosting lay besides it. She dipped a finger in, tasting the frosting. It was okay, but the gourmet knew it could be better. She soon began to busy herself with improving the frosting.

After Flora was done unwrapping her presents, it was time to eat cake. As soon as everyone took a bite, they could tell something was horribly wrong about the cake.

"It's really salty." Katarina coughed out, taking another sip of water.

Luke frowned. "I thought we followed the recipe right…" Clive seemed equally distraught.

As her family accused Clive and Luke of ruining the cake, Flora thought to herself happily. I love my family, but they don't know anything about food.

a/n: um… i can't remember if i did this request or not, so… here you go. Super late as always. Like two years late.