(OOC: Since neither of the other players are responding, I'll carry on with your bit.)<br/><br/>Soup and barbeque out of the way, the time came to cut the cake. Ferina found her three sections becoming several hundred as cake knives spilt them up. she could only see out of the two pieces that held the impressions of her eyes, and then only pretty much straight up, but she could feel everything going on in each divided part with exquisite clarity.<br/><br/>Kimiko tried the first piece, and Ferina could feel it all, the cold spoon biting into herpastry, flakes breaking off into the cream, the warmth as the spoonful entered Kimiko's mouth, and the sensation as her pastry crumbled and mixed with the melting cream and chewed up strawberries, all mixed with the warm sailiva on the kitsune's rough tongue.