[ the compliance is appreciated, so much so that riddle's cheeks turn a bright pink that could put the flowers on the cake to shame. while he always has shu's attention, knowing he's so receptive to, excited for even, such a sacred tradition feels special.

the two students haul the cake onto the table, crushing teacups and saucers and sending things askew (though thankfully mademoiselle is safe floating in her magic soap-like bubble-- when did she get in there?). ]

It's always the Queen's duty to sing Very Merry Unbirthday, you see. Now then.

[ riddle claps to light the candles. just as he begins to sing, the tea pots and other tableware also spring to life, bouncing and chirping, blowing steam in a chorus of whistles. the entire tea garden ultimately joins in, flowers and rose trees all rustling and singing. it truly is the fantastical sight riddle has been dying to show shu. ]

A very merry unbirthday to me~ To you~ A very merry unbirthday for we~ For you~

Now blow the candle out, my dear~ Make your wish come true~

[ riddle gestures to the cake, alight with candles, beaming over at shu expectantly as his clapping pauses. it's clear what he needs to do.

when shu blows out the candles, the lovely cake explodes, pieces flying everywhere, some of the venue's other occupants shrieking and cursing and scrambling to hide.

at least now shu knows why cutting the cake was unnecessary... ]