Ume began preparing the flavored cream at the central table in the kitchen while I worked on the cake base at the other side of the table.
Behind her, her three tails moved around the kitchen like extra limbs, fetching the required ingredients from the cabinets while her hands expertly mixed everything together with a mixer.
It took us a continuous twelve hours, from preparation to baking. Another five hours were spent as Ume carefully decorated the cake with cream. Perhaps it was because she was an array expert who worked with the delicate threads of magical circles, but her precision was simply otherworldly. I had only shown her the overall design, and she executed it flawlessly, even better than I had imagined.
Naturally, Ume locked the refrigerator after placing the cake inside. Since Nymeria had decided to keep our wedding dresses a secret, Ume planned to surprise her with the cake as well.
