When it came to Kyoko, there were certain truths that you could always take at face value: wasting of food or grief seeds were a recipe to get your ass kicked in, life was too short to worry about things like homework or obeying the law, and if she gave you gave you food, that meant she approved of you.
This monstrosity sitting like an eye sore on the table in front of Sayaka, on the other hand, didn't seem to fit in the categories above. "I think," Sayaka murmured, "this is a threat."
"Oh, don't say that," Madoka demurred, but even she was looking dubiously at the thing before them. "She wouldn't want to hurt you!"
Homura frowned, adjusting her glasses as she flipped the sloppy scribbled card over in her hands. "I agree with Madoka--this is too much effort for a trap from her. It probably is just chocolate cake... or, rather, it was supposed to be one."
"Well," Mami offered, hiding her smile behind her tea cup and tapping a finger against the fork next to Sayaka's plate. "There's only one way to find out."
Sayaka frowned, cautiously cutting a tiny piece off--the cake belched a tiny plume of smoke--and reluctantly stuck it in her mouth. Quietly, the group watched as she winced and then slowly bit down--something in her mouth crunched. After a moment, she swallowed and looked at them with watering eyes. "It was a threat."
For White Day, Sayaka's sending her a pipe bomb as a thank you gift
This monstrosity sitting like an eye sore on the table in front of Sayaka, on the other hand, didn't seem to fit in the categories above. "I think," Sayaka murmured, "this is a threat."
"Oh, don't say that," Madoka demurred, but even she was looking dubiously at the thing before them. "She wouldn't want to hurt you!"
Homura frowned, adjusting her glasses as she flipped the sloppy scribbled card over in her hands. "I agree with Madoka--this is too much effort for a trap from her. It probably is just chocolate cake... or, rather, it was supposed to be one."
"Well," Mami offered, hiding her smile behind her tea cup and tapping a finger against the fork next to Sayaka's plate. "There's only one way to find out."
Sayaka frowned, cautiously cutting a tiny piece off--the cake belched a tiny plume of smoke--and reluctantly stuck it in her mouth. Quietly, the group watched as she winced and then slowly bit down--something in her mouth crunched. After a moment, she swallowed and looked at them with watering eyes. "It was a threat."