cake「 mark 」

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the next cake came just the next day - a new record. it was dark green with ridges in its frosting, and in each row the icing was pointing outwards like thorns. the top was flat, and inscribed were the words:

"i'm sorry i threw one of my cacti at your face when i was drunk." 

"did it ever occur to you that maybe we should've just gone to the bakery and sorted out this whole mess in the first place?"

"i'm sorry, what?" jackson asked with wide eyes. as he looked up, mark could see that his entire face was covered in frosting.

mark stared at him for a good ten seconds before he gave up with a sigh. "never mind."