[ Thankfully for Rex’s hair, he notices the gap and looks, unfortunately this means the cupcake smushes onto his face instead. The frosting is thick enough it sticks and he spends a long moment staying in place, so he can grasp it and pluck it off without it falling down his front.

He has to put actual effort into his poker face for once because he’ll be damned if he reacts.

He does run his tongue over his lips before he answers though. Mmm. Purple. ]

Strictly speaking a cupcake is not a pastry, as that requires dough with a shortening agent solid at room temperature.

[ Rex doesn’t do nibbles. The cake vanishes in a rush, as if he expects it to be stolen from him. ]

I will not spread word of that mistake if I can have another.

[ Still got a purple nose though. ]