[ A courtly image...? Sylvain tries to remember what the throne room of Fhirdiad castle looks like, but he hasn't been in years. And also he's under a lot of time pressure!!!! He's got nothing. ]
You'll need to have a little less faith in me, Your Highness.
[ From what he can see of the neighboring stations (again), the other bakers are making... a grid-like pattern on their boxy cakes? Sylvain tries to follow suite, though inevitably the result looks like he just squeezed a bottle of kewpie mayonnaise over the top of their misshapen bake. White, squiggly lines with no distinguishable design or purpose. ]
...Let's just call it an abstract tennis.
[ :)
Sylvain steps away to survey their work. It is an abomination. But he does feel a teeny, tiny bubble of pride at creating something from scratch... Even if that something may not necessarily be edible... ]
So... Shall we, uh. Give it a go? [ (The cake is such a disaster, it's not like it would really be missing anything were they to cut off a piece to taste test.) ]
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You'll need to have a little less faith in me, Your Highness.
[ From what he can see of the neighboring stations (again), the other bakers are making... a grid-like pattern on their boxy cakes? Sylvain tries to follow suite, though inevitably the result looks like he just squeezed a bottle of kewpie mayonnaise over the top of their misshapen bake. White, squiggly lines with no distinguishable design or purpose. ]
...Let's just call it an abstract tennis.
[ :)
Sylvain steps away to survey their work. It is an abomination. But he does feel a teeny, tiny bubble of pride at creating something from scratch... Even if that something may not necessarily be edible... ]
So... Shall we, uh. Give it a go? [ (The cake is such a disaster, it's not like it would really be missing anything were they to cut off a piece to taste test.) ]