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A familiar giggle and the wafting scent of freshly baked goods enticed Frossa over to her redblooded friend's booth. Hippodad loomed behind her, pushing other attendees aside roughly as he waddled through the crowd with annoyed grunts, mumbling something to himself about essential bonding time.

Frossa's values laid vastly elsewhere.

Yes, she liked cupcakes! Yes, she wanted free cupcakes!!! But no, she didn't particularly have any interest in these 'tickets'. They weren't edible.

Reaching for one of the treats with a hue slightly more purple than her own, she shot Cerise a wry smile, making a point to run her pointed tongue across her sharp jutting teeth before taking a gluttonous chomp down on the cupcake. A few slow chews, as her sunken eyes remained locked onto her friend, noting the delectable texture and perfectly whipped icing. That dirty lowblood sure could bake! As the thought crossed her mind, Frossa's satisfied expression slowly melted, lips pressing as a burning tingled on her tongue- oh no. Her vision globes stung, and Frossa visibly went bright purple, freckles all but disappearing as the heat rose to her face. The purpleblood choked down the sizeable mouthful, stuttering as she forced it down her protein shoot, trying her best to remain composed (and failing miserably) as the searing pain from the cupcake ripped through her mouth. She had failed.

She shakily leaned against the booth for support with one arm, flipping a drilled curl back weakly before turning her attention back to Cerise. Play it cool, Fyrste.

"Y-yum!" Sweat beaded at her brow as she batted her eyelashes at Cerise nonchalantly. She was unconvincing, at best.

Hippodad rolled his eyes.

There was the purpleblood! Cerise was extra eager to see her try a cupcake, for several reasons. When she failed to make a big fuss or scream or cry, she found herself a bit disappointed... still, she definitely didn't win! "Do you like it, Frossa?" she said, fluttering her eyelashes. What an innocent face. Nahori's arrival took her attention quickly though.

"Yeah Nahori! Go for it!" she said with a little cackle.

Cerise was glad to see Nahori here. She was her best friend and moirail! And she hardly ever got to eat sweets except when she was around, so Cerise barely got to have her try anything... She also hoped despite her normal feelings about pranks that Nahori would be lucky enough, but she already knew she wouldn't be as soon as she saw her face when Nahori took a bite.

"Hold on Nahori I got something!" she said, ducking behind the counter where she had been keeping something secret from the other booth-goers. It would have ruined the fun if they got something to quench the heat from the cupcakes, and besides, they could just leave and get a drink somewhere else! Even though water made it worse. Still, she had a bottle of milk for this exact scenario, well, more like if someone started to die literally because Cerise kinda thought that would get her kicked out, and would be bad publicity for her bakery...

She poured out a glass of milk and handed it to Nahori. "This'll make it better, I'm sorry you didn't luck out!" she said, genuinely. "I didn't want it to hurt you..." She looked over at the boxes of regular cupcakes. "Maybe later if you can get away from Guineamom again, I'll give you a regular one, alright?" Cerise said cheekily.

Lunear was drawn to the idea of blood cupcakes. However, he was disappointed when taking a bite to find it lacking in actual blood. He was doubly disappointed to find it was indeed, not enough to melt his face off. False advertising on two marks! Treacherous... but clever marketing ploys none the less.

Still, it was far too spicy for normal troll consumption, and he quickly made a pained noise, running off to find something to quench his thirst. Preferably in the form of milk.

Today's safe numbers are...

The wafting smell of baking sweets reached Keionx's nasal sensory organs, and her mouth began to water. Beastdad had put her on a strictly atheletic diet that was carefully controlled. A hero had to keep in shape, after all, and cakes were very bad for keeping people in shape.

But... things were complicated between her and her lusus now, and if she wasn't so much of a hero... did she still need to avoid cake?

No. The answer was no.

She recognized the redblood behind the booth and that almost put her off it, but there were cupcakes and she wanted them. ”I didn't know you could bake.” she said. Honestly she didn't know anything about her at all, besides that she was vicious and more interested in killing than a quest... and apparently not particularly effected by the whole thing with Vrykol. Well, fine.

”I'll take one.” Keionx said, taking a cupcake that was frosted with a lovely, smooth, dark green frosting. What? It looked delicious. And it was... Oh it was.

"Mmmm!" she said, surprised. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting, but... "This is great! Th... You have great talent in this..." she took out the ticket and licked her lips, taking up any stray crumbs. "Very good." she said again. Maybe this 'Cerise' wasn't so bad. That, or food was a clever way to Keionx's pump organ...

"So. Thou art a baker!" she said, giving Cerise a friendly smile... "Tis a noble craft!"

((Got a 7!!!))

Alifax was trying to repay Cerise's favor, all right? The previous bloodfest hadn't turned out so well for him when it came to, uh, sweet things, and he wasn't sure he'd enjoy Cerise's, either. This kind of stuff was not only frivolous, but also expensive and nausea-inducing. But she'd stopped by the NFL's booth, so he figured, well, fair was fair. He took the most seadweller-looking one because it was probably the most high quality (that was how food like this worked, right?).

And of course he bit into...sweet, sweet nausea. Fortunately it was soon accompanied by something altogether more interesting - a sharp, numbing pain that washed away any lingering traces of the sweetness of the cake. Sure, his tongue felt - well, it wasn't burning. It was strangely cool, he decided: it felt like his taste buds had short-circuited and the stupid sugar of the frosting, though he was swallowing it, was eviscerated the moment it touched his tongue. He could stomach this, he thought delightedly! Now that was nice, even though he probably wouldn't be able to taste anything else for the rest of the day.

"...I can see why people might enjoy these," he confided to Cerise. Now he could enjoy the rest of his night at Bloodfest - no matter how many stupid candies got shoved into his hand, he could say he saw the appeal. So this was how highbloods did it.

Cebass was reluctant to try this again. After yesterday's Fiasco he could still feel the ghost burn that only came from the memory of such heat. The young troll winced before taking one of the cupcakes. Why was he putting himself through this again? Just remember it's for the ticket.

He hesitated for a moment before he closed his eyes and took a huge bite of the cupcake. THere was the sweetness and... oh yes the exact same thing as yesterday, maybe? Cebass dropped the cupcake and sank to his knees rubbing his tongue on his sleeve. Did he really expect things to be any different today.