"No, it's gayke," Quincy said pinching his thumb and first two fingers together. "For the 69th time!"

"But we have more than just a buncha gays here," Emma smirked. "Shouldn't you, of all people, know that? I'm surprised you didn't call it an—"

"AN ACE-KE!" Quincy shouted as fast as he could, alarming the other two gay-but-not-gay people behind him.

"Sheesh, Quincy!" Maggie whipped around, snarling.

"Sorry, I just had to say it before she did!" Quincy pleaded, but Maggie's disapproval was for both of them.

"Children, all of you!" she growled, glaring at her three queer companions.

"Hey! I didn't do anything! I'm just trying to get some cake!" Princeton pleaded, waving a fork and plate in the air to enunciate his point.

"Buddy, you're pan, you're the last person who should be getting any cake," Emma snickered.

"I'm the thing the cake baked in. I get some of the cake." Princeton plucked a knife from one of the kitchen drawers before walking back over to the cake with his nose in the air, an overly dignified expression on his face.

Emma burst out laughing, and so did Quincy. "Aww, man, I'm so glad we got to do this, you guys! Thanks so much for celebrating Pride with me! This is gonna be a great, gay get-togayther!" Quincy threw his arms open as if to embrace the other three.

"Where else would the Quad Squad be during our month? We're the four muske-queers!" Emma mirrored his grin, and for the first time since they all came together, they were in agreement about something, for Princeton and Maggie were smiling and nodding too.

"Next time, though, you gotta do a blank cake so we can decorate!" Emma grinned as she stuck a finger into some of the rainbow icing on top of her slice of cake and took a swatch. "Mmm!"

"Well, what's stopping you from just decorating it now anyway?" Maggie smirked. I know I might regret it later, pointing out that there's nothing stopping her from decorating it anyway, but… I just want to see what happens! Her smirk became devilish.

At the same time, Emma's eyes widened slowly in a dawning epiphany. Before any of them could blink, she was gone, sprinting to the kitchen with her slice of cake still in hand.

"Oh boy, here we go," Princeton sighed, knowing that the mess that was coming would take the next month to clean, but his curiosity forced him to follow Emma. He knew it would be gay, messy, and rainbow, but he wanted to see how gay, messy, and rainbow.

Quincy didn't even bother justifying himself, standing up with a matching smile as he was the third to head to the kitchen with his cake.

I didn't mean we were taking a school field trip! Maggie thought, rolling her eyes. In her head, Emma was supposed to come out to them, not drag them into the kitchen with her, but… Maggie watched Princeton and Quincy pad after her and shrugged before rising from her seat as well.

When Maggie finally reached the kitchen, Emma was already using a knife to carefully shape and sculpt the rainbow frosting on top of her cake. Maggie couldn't help but shake her head and give a knowing chuckle.

Of COURSE our resident artist has to take it way too seriously and go above and beyond!

By contrast, Quincy was making a messy mish-mash of an aro-ace flag. He also tried to replicate the four ace cards hanging around his neck, taped to a piece of dental floss. Princeton, meanwhile, made a pan and trans flag. There wasn't enough space to try anything else, in his opinion, so his creation looked marginally less cluttered (but still as uneven) as Quincy's.

"I know mine's not very good, but…" Princeton hung his head as he bashfully showed off his slice of redecorated cake.

"Meanwhile, mine's sexy AF!" Quincy bragged, gesturing to his plate with a flourish of both hands.

Maggie facepalmed, but she was moving deeper into the kitchen, setting her plate of cake beside the others.

"Glad you jumped on the baking bandwagon!" Emma grinned. Maggie only pouted.

"Gimmie some yellow and purple icing, will ya?" She was going to design an intersex flag with "She/They" written in the middle, but first… While Emma chuckled and handed her the yellow and purple icing, Maggie took a knife and pushed aside some of the rainbow to make room for her "art".

"Look, it's me," Emma whispered when Maggie revealed the chocolate-and-vanilla marble swirls of the cake, referring to her vitiligo.

"Ha, ha," Maggie deadpanned, rolling her eyes, but secretly, she had to admit that Emma's joke was… enough to get a small smile out of her.

"Hmm, not very… complex," Quincy teased, leaning over to assess Maggie's intersex icing flag.

"At least you can tell what it is," Maggie snorted, looking down her nose at Quincy's hot mess. It only became even more confusing the longer one looked at it, the cake sinking slowly beneath the weight of all the black, white, and purple icing on top of it.

"Eh, it's going to the same place anyway, then none of it will be recognizable—or even visible—to anyone!" He declared cheerfully, taking a big bite of his slice of cake, leaving tooth marks in one of the icing ace cards.

"Besides, none of us have a chance as long as Emma's around," Princeton laughed weakly. His handiwork really wasn't that bad, but compared to Emma and her intricacy? It was like comparing a crayon sketch to a finished oil painting of countless shades and colors.

"The one thing Gordon Ramsey wouldn't hate!" Quincy snickered as Emma used rainbow sprinkles to give her slice of cake some sparkle. Sprinkles were, in her and Quincy's mind, just edible rainbow glitter, after all. And Quincy could so clearly envision the mad chef setting his, Maggie, and Princeton's cakes on fire out of sheer disgust, but Emma's was actually worthyof a real baking show! But no matter the external differences, the cake was equally good, and in Quincy's mind, that was all that mattered.

Doesn't matter what stripe of the Pride flag you are, we're all equal and we ALL love us some gay-ke!

AN: Sounds like garlic bread is also asexual, but I prefer cake, LOL