@your-son-is-gone | continued
The plan hadn’t originally involved being in his room, but after considering what seemed like everywhere else, Rey had been forced to admit that it was the best place for it.
Sitting cross-legged on his bed as she waited, she tried very hard not to start in on the cake she held. It was easier than if it had been some other dish -- cake was much sweeter than she cared for, though she was fairly indiscriminate when it came to food -- but by the time he’d turned on the light she might have had a couple of bites. And possibly gotten some on herself, but it wasn’t as if she was known for being a clean eater.
Blinking rapidly at the light announcing his arrival, she smiled sheepishly as she held out the cake. “Uh, your m-- the general mentioned it was your birthday. I thought you might like a cake but...” she looked at what was left of the cake and shrugged. “Would you like most of a cake?”
