(It's true, being confused when sitting on a giant cake is simply unheard of and Haru is already kneeling down next to Aerith, peeking at the voucher with interest. Nipple buns. They truly could be anything, though Haru quietly hopes it's just a typo and nothing more distorted. What evil would ruin perfectly good buns?

The offer is considered, Haru's gaze straying back to the cheesecake and all those people jumping on it with their feet. Luckily Aerith has thought of that before it can sink in and the young woman gives a smile.)

Well, just a little. It feels strange having so much cake and no coffee or tea to go with it. (The cake is as delicious as it looks and Haru can't fault it as she scoops a little up to sample.) Are they this big where you come from?