"No practice first! Practi- oohhh..."
I cringe as Axe ices his cake. The flower he was trying to build on it ends up looking like a pile
of poop and I have to say, he's probably not ahead right now.
Alpha Vicious who's battling on the American side may have overcooked his cake a little bit, but
it's definitely more presentable looking.
The icing is smooth for the most part, whereas Axe's is rough and has crumbs in it. Vicious even
put on some nice icing ribbons. I'm impressed to say the least, but my mate is obviously
struggling.
"Two more minutes!" Anita calls.
She's been having a hay day critiquing every little mistake to my father who is eating up her
attention. Strange as it may be, I guess Anita's growing on me. She's not so bad, even if she does
eat, sleep, and breathe
