Within the condominium where the Summer Queen of Sacramento dwelled, the curtains were drawn. A way to hide the work the Circe was doing. To keep it a mystery from those who she'd rather not have inquire. It was something she did often for valid reasons.

Circe wiped her forehead, the effort of this had been tiring. The results would be worth such effort.

The materials had been prepared. The chemicals balanced, intergrated, and set. The molds filled. Flame was heating the mixture to make it ready. Though for the propper use by Summer would require much more then this.

That was why she was simply prototyping today. Not to make it all at once, but to know how to have it made. Circe could afford to outsource this.

The finishing materials were prepared. The molds had done their work, not it was time to complete the creations.

Circe used her tools to ensure that which came out of the mold had the appropriate cap attached. The ammunition was ready.

Now, she just had to go outside and see how well this angry ammo flew.

The recipe came with two added bonuses. First, the cheapness of the ingredients could ensure a low price. Second, these cupcakes were edible, colorful, and messy as even the cake part would smear. What they were not however was tasty. Bland would be the best result with them.

Which made Circe smile as she threw it at the stump out back. Such a horrid tasting treat, may lead to a Spring monkey's defeat.

As an after thought, Circe decided she should probably share this plan with the other Summers. Just in case Ram or Vivian ordered real cupcakes for the fight. "Hell," she throws the cupcake, missing the stump, before heading back inside.

She takes a picture of the mobile game based cupcakes to both of her Summers. She includes the line:

Food fight ammo? I bake it happen.