She nods at Nemesis, then turning to Astarte,
"Okay then, Princess.."
Her attentive indigo eyes inspect Dylan,
"Boss, you're going to injure yourself."
Why do you think so ? I am good at this.
She folds her arms in annoyance,
" Well... Just because you're good at it doesn't mean an accident wont happen, be careful.."
She looks at the cake,
"What is that anyways?"
Oh please, I am good at this. And you can tell just by looking at it that it is a chocolate cake.
She shrugs,
"Okay then, don't get too smug."
She unexpectedly laughs, It wasn't a laugh that anyone would expect from a cruel teenager, it was high and bubbly.
" Hmm, I thought it was something that dung-beetles roll around." she jokes.
Dylan gives her a angry look and says ; "You won't say that when I force feed it to you. After all it is a huge cake".
Annabella's laugh dies down, she huffs clearly not amused,
" Boss, you and I both know you'd never succeed in doing that.."
She takes a glance at Nemesis then to Dylan,
" Besides, I was only pulling your leg... No need to be so sensitive.. Let's shake hands and make up.." she sarcastically holds out her hand.
Dylan holds out his hand a bit grudgingly.
Hey people, how many cakes are packed, a man ordered for 500 ASAP
Astarte: fine, but I am going need a loading buddy once where finished
Okay people lets hurry, we got 200 cakes to go.