[ there's certainly been a lot of grumbling about cupcakes recently, and Takane has... words.

... She also has an apron, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a mango in her hand that she's concentrating on peeling. Yes, dear audience, she may be addressing you, but the mango has her attention. ]

A solicitous greeting, current inhabitants of this plane. May your expeditions both in the realms of culinary and culture venture forth with favorable results.

[ peeeeeeel. ]

I had hoped you would reach an understanding by your own merit, but I will offer you this thought.

Would you, perhaps, care to ponder what the salvation of a world and the baking of exquisite treats share?

((OOC: Work in fifteen, so tags will come tonight! Also making mango cupcakes, awwyeah. She'll happily welcome taste-testers.))

 [What you're seeing right now is a panicked teenage boy currently wrapped up in the sheets from his bed. The only thing unusual about this particular boy is that he may have particularly cat-like blue eyes, but pfft. That's normal.

What you DON'T see is what happens before this broadcast. Specifically... This. Which is only relevant in the sense that it provides context to what's happening right now.

And what is happening right now? Weeeell. It has a little something to do with a talking Pokemon and his phenomenal acting skills.]

Is anybody listenin' out there? I think I've been robbed.

[Oh, and he has a thick Bronx accent. Enjoy that....

Of course, phenomenal acting skills will not fix his phenomenal stomach, so there's a moment of unscripted confusion as he sniffs the air.] Hey, somethin' smells good. 

[Cough. That just adds character to his act. Nothing to see here.]