Bowing her head softly, Helga took a step forwards. "No, but this one didn't need much baking. It was done fast... I hope you like whipped cream." she smiled, proceeding to enter after a short moment. She let her feet slip out of her shoes as she took a step further inside.<br/><br/>Carefully proceeding inside, she took in the surroundings, not to trip over anything or accidentally drop the cake, till she could place the product of her culinary skill onto the table, opening the box it was placed in, and revealing the cylinder of chocolate and whipped cream, masterfully layered atop soft pastry. "It doesn't have a lot of sugar in, I used dutch cocoa instead of the instant one... It creates a better taste, I think." she spoke softly as she gave her creation one more careful glance.<br/><br/>All of a sudden, the bells in the church begun ringing. Loudly, they crashed with the dull metallic sound, an ethereal sound sent in wave after wave through the cool air of the village. She knew this sound, when the bells were sounded in the middle of the day, and didn't stop, oh no, they didn't stop!<br/>It was the sound of bells, announcing a funeral.<br/>Helga knew not whose, but the very fact that someone died unnerved. She thought that she would have known, that she would have been aware that someone was on their deathbed by now...<br/>"They're ringing for someone's funeral." she whispered. It was odd. Old Kristoff from the house near the sea was sick for a few days, but she didn't think that it was as bad. No one said a word about anyone else... Was it a car crash, or an accident? But then there would have been sirens, too, not just bells...<br/><br/>The ringing of bells sent a shiver down her spine, arching under the flowered fabric of her clothes. She slowly turned her head to Mark, blue eyes mirroring fear and discomfort. "Who died?" she muttered.