Azar yawned as she stretched, listening to her joints and back crackle at they shifted back into proper alignment after sleeping. Rubbing at her eyes, the trapeze artist slid out of bed and shuffled towards the door, feeling muddled. "Must be the tea," she mumbled to the floor as she opened her door.
She blinked in surprise.
Sitting, almost a foot in front of her door was one of Kooza's small dessert plates. Perched on top of the plate was thick, delicious looking piece of cake with a small fork sitting on top. It was a dark brown, with chocolate chips studded throughout. Azar blinked again and rubbed at her eyes for a moment as last night's stilted conversation drifted through her mind.
"What cake are you making?"
"Chocolate chip."
AN: I have a sudden craving for chocolate chip cake...But look, Sarkan still cares! And is apparently capable of Jayden/Aysu levels of sweetness.