[Lavinia's Pov]
"Ughh… Seriously, why do you keep getting heavy?" I groaned as I put Marshmallow down onto the soft grass of the imperial garden, my tiny arms trembling from the effort.
Sigh. Seriously, he looked like a fat cat now. A very round, very lazy divine beast.
I stroked his fluffy back with mild judgment. "Hey… are you sure you're divine?"
He meowed once. Then he flopped over dramatically like a furry sack of flour and started snoring. Loudly.
"…I'll take that as a no," I muttered. "Looks like someone's getting diet food starting tomorrow."
Sigh....
It's been more than a month since I baked cookies for Papa — the slightly horrifying, questionably shaped cookies of doom. I even gave those little disasters to Theon, Marella, Grandpa Gregor, Grand Duke Regis, Ravick, and Osric too.