[ It's the most beautiful cake that Caelus has ever seen in the world.
Naturally, he wants to eat it immediately. The temptation to eat it is stronger than any pull of the Trailblaze he's ever felt in his life. Surely that beautiful fork was also left in his refrigerator so that he can eat it! Surely this is an offering to the Galactic Baseballer in all his glory!
But wait... no. He has to second-guess himself. Suppose this is a trap from his numerous and varied enemies? He's gotten in trouble for putting random things in his mouth before. What if this beautiful slice of cake is only temptation sent by the forces of the Antimatter Legion, or slipped into his things by a dastardly servant of the Plagues Author?
Caelus is not ordinarily a man who leans upon the guidance of Ena, but he is blessed by the attention of many Aeons. He calls upon the Order now, to steady his wavering heart. THEY can guide him towards balance. Away from temptation. (Sunday would be proud, if also slightly puzzled. It is entirely within the understanding of the Astral Express that Caelus would eat anything pretty placed in front of him as a treat.)
Order compels him to remember that he has set rules for the use of his own refrigerator. By that token, he himself must comply by the rules. The money set on his counter means that someone else is using his fridge and has left this treat... for themselves? For later? Also, the sheer volume of money that has been given in tribute to the Refrigerator Aeon can only mean one thing:
This is Aventurine's cake.
Knowing that only encourages Caelus to take an absolutely bizarre series of photos of the cake and promptly send it to the man in question: ]
I wanna eat it
[ He's done something funny with the sending of the images so that they're animated on Aventurine's screen. No, they're not videos. They're animated photos. As in, one glossy photo of the cake swooshes in from the corner of Aventurine's screen towards the other corner. Another photo of the cake from a different angle zooms in and out on his screen as though it's bouncing eagerly at his face. A third static photo of the cake spirals in like the slide from a bad Powerpoint presentation. All of this adds up to a... slightly unhinged image of cake worship...? ]
I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it
[ One can... practically imagine Caelus shaking, like a dog that's been well-trained but hasn't been given permission to eat yet... ]
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Naturally, he wants to eat it immediately. The temptation to eat it is stronger than any pull of the Trailblaze he's ever felt in his life. Surely that beautiful fork was also left in his refrigerator so that he can eat it! Surely this is an offering to the Galactic Baseballer in all his glory!
But wait... no. He has to second-guess himself. Suppose this is a trap from his numerous and varied enemies? He's gotten in trouble for putting random things in his mouth before. What if this beautiful slice of cake is only temptation sent by the forces of the Antimatter Legion, or slipped into his things by a dastardly servant of the Plagues Author?
Caelus is not ordinarily a man who leans upon the guidance of Ena, but he is blessed by the attention of many Aeons. He calls upon the Order now, to steady his wavering heart. THEY can guide him towards balance. Away from temptation. (Sunday would be proud, if also slightly puzzled. It is entirely within the understanding of the Astral Express that Caelus would eat anything pretty placed in front of him as a treat.)
Order compels him to remember that he has set rules for the use of his own refrigerator. By that token, he himself must comply by the rules. The money set on his counter means that someone else is using his fridge and has left this treat... for themselves? For later? Also, the sheer volume of money that has been given in tribute to the Refrigerator Aeon can only mean one thing:
This is Aventurine's cake.
Knowing that only encourages Caelus to take an absolutely bizarre series of photos of the cake and promptly send it to the man in question: ]
I wanna eat it
[ He's done something funny with the sending of the images so that they're animated on Aventurine's screen. No, they're not videos. They're animated photos. As in, one glossy photo of the cake swooshes in from the corner of Aventurine's screen towards the other corner. Another photo of the cake from a different angle zooms in and out on his screen as though it's bouncing eagerly at his face. A third static photo of the cake spirals in like the slide from a bad Powerpoint presentation. All of this adds up to a... slightly unhinged image of cake worship...? ]
I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it I wanna eat it
[ One can... practically imagine Caelus shaking, like a dog that's been well-trained but hasn't been given permission to eat yet... ]