To say Avalore was really paying much attention to Tracyn was a bit more hopeful than anything. So when the butterknife -
THACK
-landed deftly in the cake before her she startled, eyes scrunched in a freeze-frame image of high nutritional couture. Face splattered like some ultra-modern painter's canvas with all the impression of anger and hate [you know, those terribly Jedi-like feelings], she held still for a moment, feeling taters and icing slop onto her belly.
Avalore took a moment to glance around, realizing suddenly that nearly the entire table had devolved into food-flinging. She burst out laughing.
Tension shattered.
The girl laughed so hard and so loud her cheeks pinked and eyes watered. After finally catching her breath she just managed to spy the production of the second cake hovering through the air, pooing icing on @[member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] before falling all over @[member="Syn"] like a half-cent drunken cake hoe.
Avalore lost it.
She laughed, and then she guffawed,
and then she fell off her chair.