<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/88/2b/7a/882b7a8e5773e2ce3bc7f8b7dcefca89.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eiryn Grim<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At da Partay, finally.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Isis's heart (cake) and anyone else.<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Baker's Anatomy.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Something Witchy This Way Comes. (http://41.media.tumblr.com/efec81c4668d854e1713032a3930c8e0/tumblr_nd9bf43l9x1tsaz7eo1_1280.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Eiryn started as the quiet voice came from behind her, almost froze when she turned and saw who it was. But goddamit, the cake was<strong>clever</strong>, and the girl deserved to hear it. "You should, yeah." Awkwardly she grinned, fortunately somewhat shield by her<em>(still dumbass)</em>heavy witch's cloak. "It's funny as hell, and really well done.<br/><br/>Turning back to the cake made her feel more comfortable- they could talk, one artist to another, and one person with a weird head and sense of humor to another, without Eiryn feeling like she was lecching.  The casual pickup thing had never worked out well for her, so it was good to have something else to focus on. "Aside from the fact that it's just wicked original, the anatomy's great. The flow of the icing, the roses." Leaning in, she peered closely at the heart. "What's the damn thing<em>made</em>of?"  She glanced over the rest of the table. "The cookies're nice, clean work, but the cake takes...the cake. OK, that was exponentially lame, sorry."<br/><br/>Somewhat calmed, she turned to face her conversation partner. Without her pulse going up, this time. Work was so much safer ground. "I'm Eiryn." Rebalancing her plate, she offered a hand. Tossing her head at the desserts, she asked, "This what you do full-time, or is it a way to put a band-aid on your soul after a week at a shit dead-end job in a place you'd rather torch than spend another minute in?"<br/><br/><em>Smooth, Grim. Real smooth. Well, at least you're being true Goth inside your faux little shell.</em>