Roderich watched as Flandre had her tempter tantrum, sitting patiently and quietly, making sure he paid attention to details. He wanted to make sure he talked to her about her behavior later when she calmed down.

What really worried him was, strangely, the cake exploding. Sure, she could fly...or float... however you want to put it, but he hadn't seen her do something like this before. The cake splattered everywhere, including on him, and he sighed before grabbing his napkin, again, and wiping off his face. He noticed her calming down after she sat down though, and gave her a look.

"Feeling better?"