[On one hand, there's an implication there, an implication that Sylvain carefully takes and sorts away to examine later, at leisure. It might be nothing; she might hate cake. She might've had birthday sherbets instead.
On the other hand, fuck if he knows, when he had a specific birthday cake (3 times in his life total: his birthday was regularly celebrated but cakes weren't usually on the menu) they were just...cakes. Normal, average cakes for a noble boy born with a silver spoon stuck up his ass and well aware of it.
So. In the service of this, he takes another spoon, spoons in a bit of birthday cake ice cream into a cup - not too much ice cream, but enough for a decent sample size - and walks on over so they both can take a look at it.]
It kinda tastes like batter, and- look, there's some weird colored flecks in it.
[Nonpareils were apparently invented in the 17th century, so it's to be decided if Sylvain's aware of what sprinkles are or not.]
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On the other hand, fuck if he knows, when he had a specific birthday cake (3 times in his life total: his birthday was regularly celebrated but cakes weren't usually on the menu) they were just...cakes. Normal, average cakes for a noble boy born with a silver spoon stuck up his ass and well aware of it.
So. In the service of this, he takes another spoon, spoons in a bit of birthday cake ice cream into a cup - not too much ice cream, but enough for a decent sample size - and walks on over so they both can take a look at it.]
It kinda tastes like batter, and- look, there's some weird colored flecks in it.
[Nonpareils were apparently invented in the 17th century, so it's to be decided if Sylvain's aware of what sprinkles are or not.]