10-21-2006, 10:31 PM
The cakes, oddly, didn't take long to make. Even Kurtz's home-recipe of Welshcakes, surprisingly, took little time to bake. With a smile, he pulled out the Welshcakes from the cooker, and placed them on the table. Quickly sticking a few currants into each one and sprinkling a light coating of sugar over them, he sighed. Turning around, he walked slowly out of the door, his tail swishing behind him. He was about to speak as he slowly opened the bathroom door, but he stopped. From where he was, he could see Dorothy's figure (Or at least, the shadow the curtain showed of her). He remained silent, watching.
"Screw it, I'll tell her later that the cakes are done." He thought to himself.
"Screw it, I'll tell her later that the cakes are done." He thought to himself.