“Oh, gargoyles, I forgot!” Tillie made a motion with her hand over the table and suddenly Blanche's cake appeared in front of them, complete with sixteen candles. Lit.
“Tillie!” Zofia eyed it. She had put a concealment charm on the cake. Only they could see it.
“Dig in … here, I even brought forks.” She handed Zofia a pink plastic fork.
Zofia grabbed the fork and stabbed it into the fluffy white confection and cut away a large bite of chocolate cake. Fitting her mouth around it, she closed her eyes and moaned. She'd never known the taste of chocolate until she'd lived on First World. Here, only the very richest could afford it. On First World, it was everywhere, and she had become a certified chocoholic. How was she going to get used to not having chocolate here? They both sat and ate h
