***Baumkuchen is a kind of layered cake. It is a traditional dessert in many countries throughout Europe and is also a popular snack and dessert in Japan.***

Sam did a double take when the boat arrived back at the beginning. Hadn't there been just one boy with a toy rabbit? They did look pretty similar. It could be that she just hadn't noticed one of them and during the course of the ride the older boy put his toy in the bag. Yes, that must be it. Besides, what did it matter to her? She turned back to her manga and gave them a partial wave.

"Have a super fun day." She gave no feeling to the company line as she spat it out like old gum.

Honey and Momiji were holding hands again as they disappeared into the crowd again. They were rapidly approaching the food section. Tents were organized in a horse shoe around a cluster of plastic chairs and tables. The smell was overwhelming. There was ramen, beef bowls, fried leeks, sticky rice, and crepes. There were also small vender carts selling bags of sliced fruit or coconut milk. Banners hung down from above them with colorful advertisements. It was unfortunate that the flat cuisine was never as appetizing as the professionally edited photographs. Honey's eyes were set in concentration.

"I think if we take a left here we can get back on the original path and carry on and…" He stopped short. In front of him pink scroll like text spelled out "*Baumkuchen ahead" Honey was flustered. On the one hand he wanted to help Momiji but on the other, cake. Momiji looked from the sign to Honey's face.

"We can stop if you want. I'm sure it couldn't hurt. I'm sorta hungry too." He grinned from ear to ear. "It'll be my treat." Honey cheered and half dragged him through the food court.

They stood trembling with excitement in front of a plump elderly woman. She was amused by their enthusiasm especially that of the taller lad.

"Well, how darling! What flavor would you like? We have the classic Neapolitan: vanilla, strawberry and chocolate."

Honey debated in his head. Truthfully he would like their entire inventory but Momiji was paying and he couldn't impose. He didn't know how much money Momiji may or may not have.

"Two of each, please." Momiji interjected and held out a credit card. The employee quickly swiped it through a portable scanner. While Momiji signed the receipt she removed the cakes from a large display case and started boxing them up. Honey's stomach grumbled and his mouth watered when he looked at the stack in wonder. Momiji giggled nervously. "I'm sorry if I went overboard. I just really like sweets."

"It won't be a problem." Honey carefully balanced the six packages in his arms. "I love cake too!"

_Honey dabbed at his lips with a thin napkin and pushed himself back from the table a few inches. He had practically inhaled his three. Momiji had finished two and thought he might get a belly ache if he ate anymore. He prodded the yellow pastry with his plastic fork.

"I don't know how you do it. You must have a hollow leg or something. I'm stuffed."

"I could finish it for you."

"Really?" Momiji was grateful but also astounded. "I can't imagine how."

"I never let good cake go to waste." Honey prepared his eating utensil. Momiji pushed the thin cardboard box across the table. Honey stuffed his cheeks with a few bites then looked back at Momiji.

"Would you like one of the strawberries on top?"

"Sure!"

Honey pierced one with the dull instrument.

"Open wide!" He commanded. Momiji leaned over to close the gap between them and went aaaah. Honey held the strawberry in front of him and laughed when Momiji pulled it off with his teeth.

"It's much more fun with you. Usa-chan doesn't have a mouth so I have to pretend he's eating and drinking." Momiji didn't want to be rude by asking Honey why one of his friends didn't have a mouth.

They threw their trash away and reevaluated their current position. The games were just on the other side of the food. They could hear the barkers from here taunting and challenging visitors to try their hand against rigged odds.

"Wasn't that where you got lost?"

"Yeah."

"Let's get going then." Honey grabbed his hand but Momiji was being quiet again.

"Honey-chan," he was barely speaking above a whisper "will I ever see you again after today."

Honey was not concerned.

"I'll make sure you do." Momiji brightened instantly.

"Good!" Then they took off.

Tohru felt cold sweat drip down her back. Her eyes were wide open. This is not good, not good, not good. Mom, what should I do? She made a conscious effort to keep from panicking as Kyo face got progressively redder and redder. Yuki's smirk and slight chuckle did nothing to help the situation.

"Um I…I'm sure it w-w-as an accident."

Kyo looked up from her from the ground. A baseball sat beside him and a large welt was beginning to form on the top of his head. The young man in charge of the ring toss game was examining a large smoking hole in the rear wall of his attraction. The projectile had clearly come through from the other side.

"An…accident?" The red head's voice trembled with rage. "You call this a fucking accident? How does someone accidently throw a ball so hard that it busts through two sheets of wood? I could have been killed. They must be out of their damn minds!"

Yuki rubbed his forehead.

"You really are like a toddler, throwing a tantrum and creating a scene over nothing."

Kyo leapt to his feet.

"You want to say that again, you stupid rat? I have a better idea! I'll put a dent in YOUR head and see if you can still call it "nothing."

"I'd be amazed if you could even manage to hit the target."

"Shouldn't be too hard when you have such a huge head!"

Tohru wedged herself between the two fuming males. Everyone was staring.

"Please, stop guys. You shouldn't fight here. People are trying to have fun."

Yuki backed down immediately.

"Miss Honda is right. Besides, picking a fight with me would solve nothing."

"Yeah." Kyo mumbled. "I should really be going after whoever threw that!"

He began to march off with renewed energy, Tohru tugging on his sleeve with every step. Yuki followed and muttered under his breath.

"I actually meant it would solve nothing because you could never win. Besides, he's going the wrong way. What a colossal fool."

Honey sheepishly stared at the hole his shot had formed. Momiji, the vendor and everyone within their immediate vicinity was stunned.

"I knew you were strong but I had no idea."

Honey had completely missed the bottle but he managed to smash the booth.

"I'm sorry." He bowed at the middle aged man gaping before him. "Does this mean I don't win?" Momiji stuck his lower lip out.

"No! Of course not!" The gentleman gushed in terror. He snatched the ball bucket and tucked it under the counter before Honey could weaponize any more of them. He pulled a large stuffed animal off the wall. It was an orange and white hamster with glossy anime eyes. He thrust it into Momiji's outstretched arms. "Take whatever you want! Just go away and don't play this game anymore!"

Honey and Momiji each took one of the hamster's stubby arms and they walked away with him between them.

"Thank you Honey-chan! I love it!"