faderift | It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake....

WHO: Samouel Gareth, Christine Delacroix, EVERYONE
WHAT: It's Christine's birthday
WHEN: Backdated to Bloomingtide 13
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Silliness and stuff

It had been a surprise when he heard that Christine's birthday was today and he hadn't known about it. Well, he supposed it wasn't that surprising considering his own would have gone without notice if it weren't for a certain group of templars. Regardless, Sam knew about it now, which meant he needed to do something for it.

Christine had made him a pie for when his name day had come and gone, so it seemed only fitting that Sam would try his hand at making something for her - a cake. Even if his forte was not in baking/cooking he knew enough to at least know his way around the kitchen and to follow a recipe. He didn't know what kind of cake Christine actually liked, but something with fruit and lots of cream sounded like the standard for Orlesian desserts.

"Let's see... flour, eggs, water, sugar-"

[OoC: Feel free to do your own thing as well. Party hard.]

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The last time he had seen Church was, well, at the last party. So it's little surprise that he runs into the Rifter again, especially since this was a party for Christine.

"Church," he says in greeting, head tilted curiously. "What you have there?"

"Nothing!" He pulls the fistful of flowers behind his back, looking Absolutely! Offended! that Sam would ask a question of course he doesn't have anything!!!

"I mean. Nothing. Just. Stuff. Why, what do you have?" Yeah, turn it back on him, that's the ticket!

Well it had been obvious that they were flowers, but it had seemed like a good conversation point. 'Seemed' being the keyword since the man is suddenly shouting and giving him a look. Sam's lips thin at that, staring right back at Church.

"Alright..." A raised brow as he tries to figure what the issue is. "I brought a cake?"

Overreaction. Okay. That was an overreaction. "Oh. What kind of cake? Do you cook? Do you have candles for it or something?"

That was a lot of questions at once - clearly someone isn't trying to talk about the flowers behind their back. "Strawberries and cream. I can cook, well enough, but I'm not much of a baker. No, I don't have candles for it. Didn't exactly have small ones." Putting a big one on it wouldn't be too nice, and all that wax.

"...Could we make small ones? Do you--I mean, do you guys even have that tradition here? You put on candles for age, and then you blow them out in one breath, and that means whatever you wished for comes true? Not that that's...true, but I mean. Tradition."

"We could, but candles time a bit of time to make." If they started now they wouldn't be ready until tomorrow at least. "There's another reason why I didn't bother trying to get candles." Pausing for a moment, Sam leans in closer to Church and lowers his voice a bit. "Do you exactly want to ask Christine how young she is and then put that many candles?"

"Hell no. I may not know the most about women, but that's the number one rule. You do not ask a woman's age. Straight to the doghouse. I am not that stupid. Plus, that'd be a lot of candles to fit on unless we make two shaped as the right numbers. Like...like, what, I dunno, 25? Twenty-something? She looks it. There's no way she's thirty yet...right? Forget I asked that. Whatever age she is, she looks good for it, and that's the most important thing to say."

rule 1 never listen to advice about women from church

Don't worry, he isn't.

Sam just lets Church rant, smiling in amusement as he crosses his arms over his chest. He does raise a brow at the question and then being told to forget it. He does know how old Christine is, but they'll just go past that at the time. "We'll have a candle for her to blow out, don't worry. Just need the one to make wishes on, right?"

"Right! Exactly. Doesn't make her feel old at all, and it doesn't waste any precious candles. Win-win." He shifts nervously, and even though he denied flowers that are still behind his back... "Is this too cheesy? I mean, girls still like flowers in a place like this, right?"

"Are you saying girls from where you're from don't like flowers?" It's not like he knows much about Church, save that he came out a rift and he tends to trip himself whenever Christine is around. Dude needs some chill. "I don't think so. I'm sure she'll enjoy getting flowers. Not that you're getting her flowers or anything, right?" Because Church wasn't totally hiding flowers behind his back - there was nothing, as he exclaimed before.

maybe sam needs some chill ever think of that??? "Girls where I'm from totally like flowers, which is why I was wondering if she'd like them, y'know, in the future, maybe, at some point. Who knows what our cultures have in common. If I was feeling fancy, maybe I'd read up on the language of which flowers in which colors mean what." He is not that fancy. "But like...so flowers, and candles on cakes, those have survived, anyway."

He has enough chill for the both of you, so probably doesn't need more. "Right, for later on." Nice save Church. "Culture, huh? Afraid I don't know a lot of Orlesian culture to help you there." There weren't a whole lot of things that Thedas cultures shared, and candles and cakes were probably mostly shared by human races if that. "What do you do usually in your culture?"

"What, for birthdays? I mean...it depends, but besides cake and candles, there's presents. Sometimes a special trip somewhere fun." And he's pretty sure there's no Chuck E Cheese around here. "Nice dinner, maybe? Or also you could do nothing and not celebrate it."

First Church would have to explain what Chuck E. Cheese was, and then probably get a weird look - that's a place adults went to? "Well it doesn't sound like celebrating - or lack of celebrating - a birthday is relatively similar. For the most part at least. Hm. So I take it you celebrate your birthday in one of these ways?"

"I...guess? I don't think I've ever really celebrated mine. Not, uh, since I was a kid." At least, from those memories he always thought were his but probably actually aren't. He knows for certain he hasn't bothered while at Blood Gulch, and when you're alone on a base for over a year, there's no real reason to do anything. "Do you bother doing anything for yours?"

"My dad and aunt would celebrate it every year when I was a child and a young boy. When I was put in the Circle there wasn't a celebration, perhaps a few good words and a pat on the back. Norrington and the others did spoil me a bit and snuck me some treat. I had gotten used to that, so when it came around this year I was merely going to spend the day resting, not bring much attention to it. It got found out those and everyone threw me a small party. I got some gifts... Christine baked me a pie which I helped with, so making her a cake seemed fitting."

It's a piece of cake to bake a pretty cake....

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