#(sorry if there's a meta reference to last year's valentine's / i don't remember it)

[sxlverswan]

"Happy, um, Happy Valentine's Day, Morgan." Aya smiles softly, bringing a small box out from behind her back and offering it to her friend. "I, um, I decided to try and, well, try for something fancier this year. So, um, some of them have fillings!" She had gone through a few batches to make sure they ended up right, and she hoped it showed in the final product.

♡ aya // valentine’s day

When Morgan gave Aya her very own Valentine’s present, although dubbed a birthday one, she expected nothing in return. Tradition said this day was reserved for lovers and their selfish feasts, yet Morgan saw other forms of Love as being no less valuable. They, too, ought to be celebrated and cherished.

As a fellow romantic, Aya seemed to share the feeling. After all, the previous gift had come with no strings of reciprocity attached. Yet, not only had the mermaid bothered to correspond the gesture with an exchange, she had gone further than settling for anything purchasable and come up with the product of her own talent for confectionery instead.

Three rows of cupcakes totalling nine, predominantly dressed in pink and blue stared back at Morgan when she removed the box with the gentleness of hand reserved for nothing but the most precious thing allowed to touch. Little jewels they were, the mascarpone frosting glistening in the light, colour abounding in the rainbow of sprinkles amidst sugary pearls. Morgan was sure no pâtissier could have done better.

❝ These are wonderful! ❞ Morgan chirped, evidently touched by her friend’s efforts. As far as the lady’s reaction alone was concerned, they were paying off.

She could not wait to try one with a small, educated bite and have a taste of the promising sweet fillings Aya was talking about. However, how could she dare to ruin such pretty things through the sin of gluttony? Cupcakes were not exactly whipped up for a timely consumption, either, so they could not remain untouched and preserved for an indefinite period.

A greater idea crossed Morgan’s mind. If the delicate desserts ought to be eaten at all, then only a proper light meal under the lush canopy of the conservatory would pay them the honour they deserved.

❝ I reckon these would taste better over tea. ❞ With a wave, Morgan invited Aya in. Already the songbirds in the conservatory rehearsed their act for the ladies’ afternoon tea.

@bucketfullofocs