[Rinrou]

Laurel quickly got over her shock and then the temperature in the room seemed to drop as her icy glare sent a freeze-beam at Rosen. Rosen shrugged, "I need a cake," he explained.

Laurel's eyes narrowed, "Make it yourself."

"I can't bake," Rosen whined, "I'll pay you or something."

Laurel suddenly stood and walked over to him, "Pay me?" she asked sharply, "With what?"