You Do Harp On About Cake

Writers: Cali, Jane
Date Posted: 15th November 2008

Characters: B'lamick, Tey, Arateyka, T'kanu, Teykara, Delhanu, Lhara
Description: B'lamick meets Tey's family at a celebration after her Blooding.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 12, day 9 of Turn 4

B'lamick chuckled as he reached for his mug and looked over at Tey's
family, "I can't believe Tey's been hiding you all away from me."

"Hiding us?" greenrider Teykara said with a laugh. "Is that even
possible?" She gestured around the table where her siblings, parents and
weyrmate sat. "There's a few too many of us for that."

"Embarrassed by you maybe?" he suggested with a wink to Tey.

"And who wouldn't be," Tey complained, poking the sister sitting next to
her in the arm. "Celebration, I said."

Arateyka grinned, not at all put out by her sister's complaint. "I put
on my clean trousers."

"And the boots? Who wears boots to an evening event?"

T'kanu looked down at his own booted feet. They were his better boots,
to be sure, but they were still boots. He grinned and leaned back to
check the feet of the young bronzerider his daughter had bought along to
her celebration.

B'lamick choked back a bark of laughter and ruefully raised his hand in
admission. "You didn't say _formal_ celebration."

"I should need to tell a _sister_ to wear a dress for an evening out,"
Tey grumbled. She loved dresses, pretty dresses especially, and had
mourned for the lost opportunity to wear dresses and skirts during her
weyrlinghood. "It's not the same for men."

"We look wonderful no matter what we wear," Tey's only brother, Delhanu,
said.

"But I do believe you promised _cake_." B'lamick interrupted the
bickering of the siblings with a rueful grin.

Tey eyed the young bronzerider with a level gaze. "Bubbly pies, if the
kitchens had any, and seconds," she said firmly. "That was what I
promised. You _do_ harp on about cake."

"Only because it's so delicious," the bronzrider cried and looked at
Tey's father with a mock scowl, "What did you do, deny the girl all
sweets growing up?"

"If you imagine I denied them anything," T'kanu paused to look around
the table full of laughing faces, "then you're sadly mistaken. And if
you think you will do any better then I have some bad news for you about
that, too."

B'lamick chuckled as he made a motion to a young boy who was standing by
the door and watched him quickly disappear. "Oh I don't want to deny
Tey, just the opposite in fact, on such a day for celebration, it only
seems right that she get everything she wants... and things she doesn't
even realize she wants," he added with a smirk.

Before anyone could reply the boy rushed back in, followed by a much
older man holding before him a two tiered cake covered in white
frosting. It was large enough for all the family gathered, and covered
in purple flowers B'lamick had seen several times in Tey's weyr. As the
man set the cake on the table B'lamick exclaimed, "Now it's a proper
celebration!"

Tey poked suspiciously at the frosting then licked her finger. "I don't
like cake," she admitted to B'lamick. "And the family don't like it
when I lick all this good stuff off and leave them with the boring bits."

"It's pretty revolting," Lhara, the youngest sister, agreed. "But _we_
like cake, B'lamick, and you can eat with us any time - if this is typical."

B'lamick thanked the baker before replying to the antics of the family.
"I'm glad _somebody_ appreciates me. Next time I'll be sure to just
bring you a bowl of frosting you can hide in the corner with."

"It's not nearly as good when I'm not ruining somebody else's bit of
cake," Tey admitted, causing a chorus of jeers from her long-suffering
family. "But thank you. You're so sweet." She leaned over and kissed
his cheek, leaving a white frosting mark in her wake.

He ignored her for moment as he stuffed a large piece of cake in his
mouth, making much show of relishing the cake and not being embarrassed
of the ring of frosting on his lips. He lunched at Tey once he was sure
she was distracted and made sure to plant his own very icing covered
kiss on her cheek in return. "Fair play!" he mumbled, grinning despite
his mouth still stuffed with cake.

"Playing with your food, children?" Delhara asked her daughter and Tey's
companion, though her tone was amused.

"We sure _are_," Tey said happily as she scrapped the frosting off her
cheek. "But not for long, seeing the way those cakes are disappearing.
You'd think you were hatchlings the way you carry on."

B'lamick rubbed off most of the mess on his face as well and resumed
digging into his slice. "It's cause you've been neglectful, you can't
blame them for enjoying a _proper_ celebration when they taste it."

"Cake! It's just empty. Light and crumbly and nothing. Not like a
good bubbly pie or sticky pudding."

"Well I don't see any bubblies here either," he pointed out.

"You are just _so_ demanding, aren't you. It's that dragon of yours,
I'm sure. _Bronze_," she informed her family in a mock whisper.

He could have started in on the fickle tendencies of greenriders, but
noticing how half the table was filled with them, he changed his mind.
"I liked cake _before_ I Impressed." was all he decided to say before he
chomped down on another bite.

"And I liked _you_ before you Impressed, too," Tey said with a
reminiscent smile. She leaned over and kissed his cheek again, this
time without leaving frosting smudges.

B'lamick ducked his head slightly to try and hide the blush he felt on
his cheeks. Both the complement and kiss, even if it was just from Tey,
had momentarily confused him. He tried to recover with a crack, "Now
you're just trying to get off topic, I believe your family and I were
bemoaning your lack of taste when it comes to dessert."

"My family are doing nothing more than stuffing their faces with your
gift to _me_," Tey pointed out.

"And maybe you should take the hint and try and do the same." he cried,
throwing his hands in the air. He knew he'd never win, not with her,
but he couldn't stop, arguing with Tey was too much fun.

"You just want me to shut up," she complained. "You only need to say so."

"I will _never_ want you to shut up... I'd just like you to agree with
me once in a while." B'lamick replied sounding as sweet and sincere as
he could.

T'kanu sighed. "It's never going to happen, B'lamick. You might as
well resign yourself to that." The brownrider gave his family a sly
glance and added: "I have."

The chorus of jeers and laughter indicated the general opinion of that
statement.

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