the placement of apostrophe - cupcakes

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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The sight of Wormwood being the first to approach was what swiftly snatched Feza's attention. She could barely note how ironic it was. The only member of the group she interacted with so frequently, the one who was the first to arrive to her festivities, was the one that made her so deadly terrified. Reminded her of the nightmare - technically nightmares now - that had begun plaguing her mind. She hated them. She wanted them gone. They weren't happy and light and festive, and in her mind such a thing didn't deserve to exist in the slightest. If she wasn't being happy and bringing that happiness to other's, then who was she? What would she do without parties to throw? What would everyone do without her? Wouldn't they be worse? More sad? What if her being gone made them more happy? It was a dreary thought. Thoughts. The worst thoughts spiraled in her sporadic mind as equally as her festive ones. The mental processes that didn't allow her to plan in depth were the same ones that let anxiety and despair nip at her. Such depressing thoughts, the ones that came racing forward all of a sudden. Feza had remained staring straight ahead for a good few moments, then realizing that she probably looked very odd. A deer in headlights look on her face was far from the way she wanted to greet the other. A paw raised and swatted at her head, masking the swat to rid her mind of the thoughts as merely rubbing her face.

Feza's expression fell not at the other's approach, but rather his question. Her ears dropped, and a sputtering noise came from her mouth. What flavor? She hadn't even thought to check! Or maybe she had, and then had immediately forgotten. The end of her tail flicked while her head turned to look over her shoulder as if it would somehow help her remember what flavor had been on the packet. "Er." She stammered, attention then turning to the cupcakes. Her fluffy head leaned close, but she, too, was unable to tell the flavor due to the complementary spatter of glitter glue present. Improvise. She'd have to improvise. She could do such a simplistic thing! Feza would never consider herself a liar. She had little skill for such a thing. Her mind didn't hold on to things that long - especially not things that were fake. Lying hurt, lying was not festive. Lying and improvising were two separate things.

"Why, it's surprise party flavor! Yes, that's exactly what it is. It's party flavor. Surprise party flavor. Can't forget the surprise part. It's the most important part. Mhm." Feza answered. Her expression returned to be more relaxed and joyful, closer to normal. She couldn't help the small shuffle and shift of her weight when he got closer. She stifled it as much as she could, stiffening being her method to do so. "Don't you think the glitter makes the cupcakes so much more festive? I do. Apparently glitter glue isn't edible though," she scoffed, "so I put a little paper divider in. Sad, really. Can't make anyone sparkle on the inside like glitter glue." Her expression momentarily turned to a pout. It was deeply saddening, as she had said, the concept of not being able to sparkle on the inside. Yes, it raised the question of how she knew glitter glue was inedible, but she didn't press such a thing. The snow leopard pushed forward festivities, not her understanding of how Feza understood abstract concepts. The edibility of glitter glue was but a brief comment, her raising a paw to nudge one of the cupcakes forward. "But yes, they're very delicious. There was some batter left over. That, at least, was delicious. The cupcakes have gotta be tasty too if the batter was too!" Feza grinned, a happy flick of her tail accompanying her ever present rambling.

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