don't go breaking my-

[bloominto]

WHO: Bluebell and Guestbell
WHERE: Bluebell Barn
WHEN: Day 75

( new bluebells! new security! new... cake? and more! )

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[abandon_hope]

... All right. Uh.

[ He cautiously feels his way in. Vision is back, but still very, very faint. ]

Am I interrupting something?

[bloominto]

Not that I'm aware of- and regardless, if there was something wrong, it would be my responsibility as the one who invited you in. You've nothing to worry about.

[abandon_hope]

I mean. Okay but.

[ awkward ]

... I've never been inside Bluebell before.

[bloominto]

Every new experience requires taking the first step, doesn't it?

[abandon_hope]

Well - yeah. But sometimes the first step is off a cliff.

[ he does, in fact, take that first step inside. ]

[bloominto]

Do you think that's what this is?

( there is a purple flower-shaped... cake? like. thing sitting around. this goes unmentioned. )

I've been told Lily and Bluebell are friends, so I think they would be safer than that.

[abandon_hope]

[ SQUINTS. Is. that what he thinks it is? He stares at it. ]

I've heard that too, but I haven't talked much to Bluebell yet.

[bloominto]

( ... it bounces a bit. harmony doesn't seem too perturbed. )

I'm sure they'll be happy to have you visit, then. They've all been very friendly and outgoing.

[abandon_hope]

Right. Sure. Friendly and outgoing.

[ That sounds terrifying. ]

-- is that a cake?

[bloominto]

Not in the least. Berry, come over and say hello.

( berry medley does not come over and say hello, but it also only flails its paws weakly as harmony gently picks up the shell to show him... a baby. )

She's even newer to this world than I am, but she's been very sweet thus far.

[abandon_hope]

[ BABY ...precious ... he can't help but reach out. ]

What is she?

[bloominto]

( the kitty doesn't shy away but does squeak softly when touched. her fur is silky soft, too. )

I have no official name for her species yet, but she is a creation of my design entirely. Though, I should correct myself- she and her siblings back home are made from cake, but upon gaining life, they no longer show any pastry or confectionary traits beyond their appearance and scent.

[abandon_hope]

[ Soft ... he keeps petting her. ]

That's what I smelled. How the heck do you make cats out of cake?

[bloominto]

Oh, the process is very simple!

( she will explain. it isn't simple at all. i am not typing anything out because no method makes sense to me. it takes about fifteen minutes though and harmony herself is having a lovely time explaining, and in that time berry medley has taken to using her paws to pull kevin in for more pet. you may stop when the baby says you may stop. )

[abandon_hope]

[ this. is so much.

Thankfully Kevin is a nerd, so he does listen with interest? Though after tenth minute in he's lost and very much drifting off into adhd distractions. He winds up sitting on the couch (or whatever seating is close at hand), cake cat in his lap, petting her idly. of course he shall continue until baby is satisfied. ]

So you - uh - wait, where is the cake again?

[bloominto]

The cake was transmuted in the final process, and she is of flesh and blood, and the shell material- which is somewhere between a hide and a carapace material. Any resemblance to food at this point is just that: a resemblance.

[abandon_hope]

Huh. I guess it isn't any weirder than some of the skeletons I raise.

[bloominto]

--Skeletons? And are they functional- or... rather, able to move and hold themselves together?

[abandon_hope]

Well yeah. Not much good if they fall apart right away.

[bloominto]

Interesting! And I would assume they have no ligaments in this process- is it enirely your ability?

[abandon_hope]

I mean, sometimes. But usually the ligaments are gone by the time I get to them, yeah.

[bloominto]

Fascinating. I can't say for certain but I believe this may be my first exposure to such an ability.

[abandon_hope]

...

Do you want to see it?

[bloominto]

I would, very much. Thank you.

[abandon_hope]

Oh - um - okay, hang on.

[ He gently puts the cat back down on the couch. ]

It'll have to be outside.