Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-14843841-20131203215246/@comment-14843841-20131213000535

"Probably better than my team..." Viola whispered, more to himself than towards Della. "That I am. Things have gone smoothly enough thus fur, nothing to complain really." He said, gesturing with the fork. Viola then stabbed the remaining cake with it and set the plate aside, fork standing straight, piercing through the pastry. "Can't say it's exactly what I thought it would be, though."

This should corner her now. The cake was far enough from Viola to show he was no longer interested in eating, all that was left was waiting.