Together again (Jt and Prof.)

Aimee looked on the preparations she was to retrieve with a quizzical look. "H-how does any of this work?..." After picking up the bag, she follows Sora into the kitchen. "I-is it ready?" She asked, setting the decorations on the counter-top.

Sora: It's pretty easy.

She came in, holding the cake.

Sora: See, the ones that look like tooth paste spray out a line of icing.

She went and got a plate, then came back. She laid out blue icing on it, along with the things to smooth frosting on it.

Sora: Just start with the blue icing all over it, then we can decorate.

Aimee readied herself to follow Sora's lead, but still wasn't sure what to do. "W-why would we decorate it if we're just going to eat it?" Aimee wondered. she knew why people would decorate a cake to sell it, but why otherwise?

Sora: It's part of the fun. Some times you just need to add a little to make it that much better. Plus, I like making designs and stuff.

She started splattering the icing on the cake, careful not to spill any, but having a fun time doing so.

Aimee followed Sora's lead with intense focus, that leads her to stick her tongue out without thinking. She was certain the cake would implode with one wrong move.

When they finished covering the cake in icing, Sora gets out the other smaller icings, handing one to Aimee.

Sora: Go nuts.

She starts working on the border, following Aimee's lead of sticking her tongue out. After she finished the border on her side, she started working on a small picture on her side with some yellow.

Aimee looked at Sora's display of finesse with envy, then looking to the item in her hand, realized she had no artistic talent that didn't involve the violin, and piano. "... W-what do I draw..?" She asked in a meek tone.

Sora: Anything you want. I'm going to draw a puppy, if that helps you. If you want, you could just draw something like "Hi mom".

Sora then looked down, drawing her puppy again.

Aimee looked back down at the cake. "H-hi... mom?" She mumbled to herself. Looking down at her, she gets an idea. Grabbing some yellow, she begins to work on a pikachu. Her theme for the night.

Sora finished her puppy, and then gave it a top hat and a bow tie. She looked at it, then nodded in satisfaction.

Sora: I finished. So, how is your drawing going then, Aimee? Can I see it?

Aimee looked up to Sora, and gave a nervous smile. Removing her hands from the way, she reveals the butchered visage of a pokemon to Sora. "I-I um... Well, it's just, i never was much of an artist." Aimee spoke, believing she had ruined Sora's plans to decorate the cake.

Sora: Awe, it's cute. Now stop stop being so negative on yourself. I don't care if your not good at art, it's a cake. With your parents, you must have a lot of standards to live up to, me, you don't. Relax a bit, and don't worry about failing.

The smile that Aimee got from her art being called cute quickly faded at the mention of her standards. The standards of her parents include properly reflecting them in the way she herself acts. Even though Sora's words were comforting, she couldn't in fact relax. "Y-yeah." She said in a disingenuous tone. "S-so... what next?" Her voice was now a bit like a monotone, even though it was clear she was trying not to.

Sora: Well, now we play Truth and Dare with cake.

Sora cut a bunch of pieces, hiding the fact that she messed up with her little speech. She set a piece of for Aimee, then one for herself.

Sora: So, I believe that from earlier, I owe you a dare. And I also believe you wanted to give me this super dare for making you wear pants. So, let's here then.

Aimee sat back up for a moment, then slumped back down. "W-well... That may have been an empty claim... I'm not a very vindictive person." Aimee took a bite from her cake. "I-It's so good!" She exclaimed. The sweetest thing she had been allowed was tea up until now.

Sora: Yeah, thanks. I . . . Borrowed, the recipe from a bakery about 3 years ago. But you can get a little creative with your dare, Aimee. Think of the stupidest thing I can do, and tell me to do it.

Aimee mulled the idea around in her head. "Well... um...." She had a few idea's, but they were hardly appropriate to ask someone to do. Dare, or otherwise. This would really be easier if she simply knew what Sora didn't like to do.... A food, an activity, an irrational fear... "I-I don't know.... W-why don't you go first?"

Sora: Okay, truth or dare?

Aimee rubbed her thumbs together, weighing the possible consequences of each answer. M-maybe I'll start with truth. Dare sounds a little... dangerous. "T-truth." She hesitated.

Sora leaned back, pondering for a moment.

Sora: Hmm. . . So, I'll start off easy. You like to eat lobster, true or false?

Aimee tilted her head a bit. "Well that's easy. True." She spoke, taking a triumphant yet polite bite of her cake. "My turn again I suppose. Truth, or dare?"

Sora: I will go truth.

Sora took a bit of her cake as well, munching happily on a top hat.

As Aimee explored the question in her head, she saw a, opportunity to sate some of her curiosity about things. ".... Have you ever stuffed your bra?" She asked in a shameless tone.

Sora:. . . Yes. . . I-It was one time, I swear. I only did once to impress a cute boy last week. I-I mean a couple years ago. D-definitely not last week!

Aimee took another bite from her cake, keeping a blank face at Sora's explanation. "Cool..." She stated, and swallowing the bite, continued the game. "Truth." She said hoping she could say the same thing twice in a row.