Cynthia
*For now Nach's nachinations could conclude with resounding success, at last our mad little god could relish in the joys of creation! For Nach gave unto this world the very same fall which she endured, a season of change, that which could bring about a bounty of delight for all those silly little mortals and the realms which they pollute. Wherein plants unrooted themselves for richer soil, so that the fungi could berate their cowardly flight. Wherein a world of colour could warp all life within a realm, whilst fog enveloped their surroundings and storms brewed with rampaging cyclones! Wherein mischievous creatures were invited to wreak havoc, and the heavens parted to rain the living writhing slime upon all these misfortunates! Gahahaaa! "Beautiful" Thought Nach, "Spectacular!" Thought she, "How terribly terrific!" Wondered they.*

*Such splendour could hardly be contained, for it was put on display with how Nach rocked herself to and fro with how she wiggled and writhed. Her hands pressed on the sides of Nach's skull, and a most devious grin worn clear on that ugly mug of her's.* "Ohhhh the joys of creation, the wonders of weaving! Geheh! Oh I do so cherish this! Oh but it needn't end so soon, it needn't end so soon... These hands of mine stir, they yearn as does mine-own mind! Ha! It's all clear in view it is, a wonderland of mine-own wondrous thoughts weaved by these wretched hands! Fun! How ever so very fun." *But what sounded like more of Nach's nonsensical ramblings was in actuality the mad god more or less thinking aloud an idea, a most wonderful idea, an idea so grand she wondered why it hadn't donned on her sooner. These seasons promised change for these others and their realms, thus it stands to reason that Nach ought to have her own... There shall Fall's terrors be born among other, beautiful things.*

"Ehh-? Cup-...?

*Alas, Nach's schemes were brought to an abrupt conclusion at the mere mention of cupcakes.* "CUP-CA-KES!" *Excitedly cheered our mad little god as she briefly yet enthusiastically clapped, that was before she threw herself onto all fours and rushed onto the table. Utterly oblivious to the use of chairs, like some deranged wild animal she lept atop the table and immediately began stuffing her face with a couple of them.* "Ckaupecs! Ccueapks! Idoso vrey love ckecuaps! GAHA! Sodid Caerlhs! Oh he so aoredd the cucepkas I uesd tobake, I suohld asebllotuy bkae them for when we meet aagin! GAH! He'dlovethat! I'd lvoe taht!" *Few unfortunately can decipher a ""God"" Such as Nach whose mouth is full of cupcakes.*
Brian
Well, she couldn't say no to such a generous offer now could she?

Doing her best to ignore the gremlin child absolutely tearing up the confectionaries, Vivienne let out a tired, content hum, and floated over to one of the provided chairs, dropping her levitation and just plopping down in it. She adjusted her wings, letting them drape over her lap like a blanket, and happily picked out a cupcake. After the first bite, she smiled brightly. It had been far too long since she'd had sweets like this. Or at least, ones that weren't in her dream realm. Now if only she had a drink to go with it... That'd probably have to go on the list next, she figured. Somewhere in Hypnagogia there had to be good tea leaves. She'd just have to find them. Or convince her children to look for her. Maybe if they enjoyed the sweets she made, and maybe if she conjured up a drink to go with it...

"Larry is quite the formidable baker," Were the first words out of the witch's mouth, once she'd finished off the first cupcake. "Do extend my thanks as well, if you would please." Without even an ounce of hesitation, she reached for another. Her mouth opened just a bit too wide, her teeth just a bit too jagged, and that one was unceremoniously finished off in a single bite. She giggled happily, holding a hand to her cheek. This only solidified the fact she needed to hone her own skills a bit more. She sent the message back to her fragment in Hypnagogia, and reached for another...
Robert
Silly giggled as the others accepted Larry's cupcakes. She made a mental note to bestow a blessing on Larry later, as well as any other that might give her such tasty offerings. Sitting back, she tossed a strawberry cupcake - one with pink icing - up into the air and swallowed it in one go. The tissue-paper wrapping and all. Tasty.

As they'd been talking, and the ritual's power had begun to spread out further, the leaves upon the world tree changed, the seasons already beginning to cycle anti-clockwise about the world. And with those changes, came surprises. Times for growth and times for rest. Challenges to make the plants grow stronger, and taste all that much more sweet. Each and every bit was weaved together, ironing out the peaks and troughs of chaos into a pleasant yet unpredictable cycle. While not every spring would being a monsoon, some might. Not all bushes might pick themselves up, come the end of autumn, but some inevitably would. The core of each season remained, and the puzzle pieces had been slotted together.

Grinning wildly, Silly shuffled along next to Vivienne on her seat and clapped her hands.

POP.

The many test creations in the gardens fizzled, turning into steams of confetti and blasting up and about into the world. A rainbow heading towards spring, a snow stream to winter, a sun beam to summer, and a swirl of golden orange leaves towards autumn. Each brought the many aspects of the new seasons into the world, and with that finale, the ritual was complete. 

And the cupcake eating and relaxation could begin in full.

"Hehee- I'll tell Larry you said that when I next visit. Ooooh- and Nach-nach- Help yourself! I can always get Larry to make more and more! He's really good at doing all the things I ask him to! I just turn up in his house sometimes and tell him lots of stuff and he always gets this me look on his face and he kinda stares blankly but then when I come back and remember he's done it and it's really good! See look-"

Silly gestured to one of the chocolate cupcakes, which sat on a green paper wrapper casing. "He even made these little wrapper things so they don't get crumbs all over the table! Ooh- and I think the green ones are a bit mintyyyy~" She snatched the cake swallowing it whole and confirming her suspicion. "Mmmm~"
Tammy
Well, she saw no reason to reject the offering that her sister had presented to her, considering the cupcake with some satisfaction. She could sense the wheat that had been used to craft this confectionary. She could sense a variety of her other subjects, their slaughtered bodies used to craft the icing upon the cake along with milk. Strawberries, mints, cacao, and more. Yes, these were a worthy offering to her name indeed. A small smile spread across her face as she reached that conclusion, bringing it up to her mouth and taking a dainty bite. Not the best quality of crops, she could tell, but they were passable enough for a divine offering. Not one to be picky with what happened to her crops once they were harvested, she didn't raise any objections to the treat.

"Thanks, sis!" She nodded at the jester god. She wasn't sure who Larry was, but she figured she didn't much care. She had no interest in the processes that went into turning her plants into food, only with the cultivation of the plants themselves and the eventual harvest of them. Of course, as the goddess of satiety and hunger, she really had no need to eat, but she figured that she might as well, as a show of goodwill towards her fellow deities. She studied the cupcake she'd picked up, already able to tell the conditions that the plants it had been made from were raised in, as well as the age of the wheat before it had been harvested, and that of the cacao as well.

The admittedly uncouth behaviour of Nach didn't bother her all that much. She was a goddess of farming herself, after all, and that wasn't exactly the most glamorous job either. Sterile and proper were not exactly words that she would use to describe herself, and so she didn't much mind one of her chaotic sisters being herself, even if it did make something of a mess. Flicking one of her wrists, a wind of famine swept through the area, causing the mess to decay into nothing and leaving the area clean in its wake.