Winter loved parties. He loved the food, loved the music, loved an excuse to dance... He'd been all over tonight, giddy and cheerful in the outfit he'd chosen for the evening.
At the moment he was lingering at the table full of sweets and cakes, overwhelmed by choice and struggling to pick what he wanted to eat first.
"Is Christmas cake good?" he asked the person next to him. "It smells like booze- But does it taste sweet? How do you bake Christmas into a cake?"
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Date: 2015-12-21 11:43 pm (UTC)At the moment he was lingering at the table full of sweets and cakes, overwhelmed by choice and struggling to pick what he wanted to eat first.
"Is Christmas cake good?" he asked the person next to him. "It smells like booze- But does it taste sweet? How do you bake Christmas into a cake?"