[ Xue Yang finally finishes the dishes, then goes to take the cake back out of the refrigerator. Now that the plates and knives are clean he can cut himself a slice to enjoy properly. The taste of the cake had been in the back of his mind most of the way back, especially whenever he tasted a flake of the same sort that dusts the top of it. He cuts out the part that he'd been digging into with his fingers to enjoy first, goes to put the rest of the cake back, and pauses.
After a moment he turns over his shoulder and calls out towards the bedroom. ]
Daozhang, are you hungry?
[ It's Xue Yang's cake, so he gets to do what he wants with it. ]
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After a moment he turns over his shoulder and calls out towards the bedroom. ]
Daozhang, are you hungry?
[ It's Xue Yang's cake, so he gets to do what he wants with it. ]