All this sugar is going to give his sibling diabetes, Five is making them all a favor, clearly. He's staring at some of the muffins rolling on the floor by the time Grace speaks, something like vicious childlike glee on his face. Why ruining things is so much fun it's one of those human nature's mysteries.

Looking up at his mom, green eyes blink innocently at her, Five's long eyelashes giving him an air of innocence. It lasts for about 3 seconds because the moment Grace reaches for the dropped food, he pushes the cake stand to his left.

Five doesn't make it upturn completely, his index finger lifts one side to reach a very precarious angle until the cake - carrot cake, one of his favorites, what a pity- starts sliding down the smooth surface and ends dropping onto the tile floor with a wet sound.

"My bad."