Hyperion Kitchen, Midnight, Sunday

[demonbelthazor]

Bel had asked Piper to make him a cake for Phoebe's birthday. However, he insisted on frosting it himself. He was rather proud of the job he did on it, though it was anything but smooth and he'd almost gotten more frosting on himself and the table than on the cake, and the "Happy birthday, Phoebe" would probably make a professional cake decorator

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[psycho_jackass]

The kitchen in their suite was out of beer, so Logan headed down to the main kitchen. "Ooh, cake!" he said, then frowned at it. "Did you make that yourself?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Yes, I did," Bel said, glaring at Logan. "And it's not for you."

[psycho_jackass]

Tony lifted up his hands. "Trust me, I don't want to touch it. You know, you can pay people to make those."

[demonbelthazor]

"Piper made it," Bel said grudgingly. "But I decorated it."

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe came into the kitchen and smiled at Cole. "What can I help you with..." Her voice trailed off as she took in the cake and the frosting all over Cole.

She smiled at him. "What's all of this, love?"

[demonbelthazor]

"Happy birthday!" Bel said proudly.

[sensethevisions]

She looked around and then her eyes fell on him again, and she was smiling.

"You did all of this, love?"

[demonbelthazor]

"It's all for you, sweetheart," Bel said. "I just finished frosting it."