Slowly Emily's breathing returns to normal and she shuffles over to kiss Mable. "You're doing better than you think," she whispers in her ear, nibbling on the lobe before leaning back and putting the ring on, admiring it.
She pokes the boxes, and sniffs the air. "Ummm.... this one." pulling up the smales box, she hands it to Mable. "I made this as a treat. I'm getting pretty good - don't tip the box!"
Inside are 2 tiramasu. They smell very creamy and slightly of coffee.
"It's our cake! Like, I know you don;t have to, but please try it. For Me?" the werewolf squirms back and forth excitedly.