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    DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS __ Ren Targaryen
    Seven hells, the boy missed Queenie. He missed the cinnamon buns and the strudels and the cupcakes and her ever same demeanour. She'd been his best friend, a mother even. He'd never really had a mother. In her memory, he'd decided to do a little research on baking cakes, and had decided that making cupcakes with the rest of Westeros would be a good idea. With some help from Maester Naerin, Ren had gathered the ingredients for vanilla, red velvet and lemon drizzle cupcakes, and had set up a few tables so that everyone could pile together and make some cakes. The ingredients were clearly written out on pieces of parchment, placed on each table.


    Sitting back and marvelling at his work, Ren wondered who would be the first to come and enjoy.

    *:･ﾟ✦ Caspian Mallister

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    Caspian was suprised to see all the baked goods everywhere, and for a second expected Queenie to walk out and offer him some. However, he soon saw that the vixen wasn't in charge of this at all, but the young Targaryen, Ren. He had not really known the wolf, but it seemed like he was trustworthy and made the goods in good faith. "Hello there Ren. Everything looks delicious, did you make all of this yourself?" He asked, trying to be polite and complimentary. It truly looked good to eat.



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    Finley, though, unfortunately, not well-acquainted with Queenie, had eaten her fair share of cakes and other sweets during her lifetime, and was more than thrilled to find herself in the presence of the raw materials with which to create more, waltzing on to the scene, necklaces swinging from her neck, her brown eyes steadily widening as she took in the items placed upon the tables. Her nose filled with scents, of flour and sugar and eggs and frosting and yes! The potential for cake! She skittered up to one of the tables, placing her chin on the flat surface, gazing down to the opposite side. Beside the ingredients lay pieces of paper, and upon closer inspection, were found to have instructions on how to bake everything. Quite helpful, especially for a girl who had only ever eaten sweets made by servants. Before heaving herself up on to one of the seats to begin, she glanced at Ren, her face alight, a toothy grin upon her maw. She had never really interacted with the Targaryen before, but he seemed nice enough, and this was the perfect time to get to know him better. "This is awesome, man! You wanna help me make some--" she glanced at one of the papers "--red velvet cupcakes?"