Cake! Cake! Cake!

Not the cake being a lie on Rocco's birthday

I am dying in Portland right now

I made like 25 cups of rice

Oh my God, my fingers

The two of you are gonna do this forever, aren't you

Chapter two? What do you mean chapter two? I'm dead!

How do we define slay? Like slay

jokingly mispronounce things on purpose

That's how you measure garlic

The bird is considering whether to adopt me

I am the Lady Vivian Duskborn and you are worried about my cat

wat?

One would dearly love to know the name of her dressmaker

What about your romance arc?

Another black dress. This funeral will be popping.