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_{[When the broadcast starts the image above is shown with a short accompanying tune before it fades away to show Ciel and Oz looking rather dapper as they sit at a fancy little table with tea and pieces of cake. Both are smiling as they greet the feed as Ciel begins to address it.]}

Good Morning Siren's Port! Both Oz Vessalius and I, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, would like to welcome everyone to Funtom's Cake Challenge! Three teams will be pitted against one another to bake and decorate the most elaborate, captivating and delicious cake they can for the grand prize of one thousand dollars to each individual member of the winning team.

But, Ciel! Don't forget, if they fail to finish their cake in time, they'll forfeit the money. [ he sips at his tea ] Isn't there a charity we could give it to instead? [ mmhmm. he's doubting the team's ability to finish. Are you really going to take that? ]

Well, there is the Newcomer Fund, but surely one of the teams will win. Each team will be judged by our team of five judges consisting of Gabriel, Madam Red, Xerxes Break, Allen Walker and Franziska Von Karma. Do your best - they will not be judging your creations lightly.

[ Oz's eyes go wide ] That's quite a list and it certainly won't be easy for our players to make an impression on our judges. [ do some of them even taste their food? But then he giggles. ] Should we warn them to stay on their toes? I know of at least one judge who likes to show up in the oddest places. [ yes, Break. That's you. He has high hopes for you! Just don't eat all the cake. ]

Batter will fly and so will mixing spoons, I believe. Keep your wits about you, contestants, the whole port will be watching!

And don't forget, if you see something you like -- or dislike -- send in your texts, your comments, anything! Our contestants won't be responding, but they might just see something to egg them on because, that's right, they'll be able to see and hear every word of it too as we'll be broadcasting the stream right over their heads.

Honestly, I'm looking forward to it. Things could get really interesting, don't you think?

_{[Ciel nods in agreement, lifting his teacup off the saucer.]} I do. May the best team win - let the competition begin!

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Ah - I'm glad.

[This is a perfectly healthy relationship between superior and underling. Very, very healthy.]

I still don't understand why they had to broadcast it over the NV. Who would be interested in watching people bake?

[Reality shows: Victorians don't understand them.]

[Yes, of course that's what this is.

Reality shows: Allen has no idea what a broadcast show is.]

Perhaps... somebody who's interested in baking?

[He doesn't know, but someone must want to see it! He's just here to eat stuff.

Like, maybe, those sandwiches, that Break is currently not eating. That are just sitting there, alone, untouched...

Allen gestures towards them.] May I...?

[He has to admit, he watches those baking shows on TV, but only because they explain their recipes! This is just watching people argue amongst themselves and attempt to not screw up a competition while being judged by their peers and faceless strangers. It's...creepy. And not useful at all.

He turns and looks back at those sandwiches as well. Break seems to have stumbled off in a fit of rage or angst or something and it doesn't look like he's coming back any time soon, so since wasting food is a crime in Gil's book:]

Oh, sure. Please, help yourself.

[You may learn to appreciate it someday.

And Allen agrees wholeheartedly!]

Thanks! [So he'll gladly do his part and inhale the sandwiches. Justice is served.

YOUR LOSS, BREAK, these are excellent, and disappearing at an astonishing (and quite possibly physically impossible) rate.]

[And he will just sit back quietly and watch those sandwiches disappear. Thank goodness he's used to this. And, since he cares about Allen's approval, he asks:]

Are they good enough?

Definitely! They were delicious.

[Grabbing a nearby napkin to wipe off his mouth.

Hm, wait...]

Had you made all of those for Hatter...?

[He nods, raises one eyebrow.]

Can I ask...why did he tell you to call him that?

[Now he's curious, because that was a lot of food for a normal human...

But he's distracted by the question, brow knit as he looks up.]

He told me that people call him Hatter.

I guess that's true, but...

[...Weird. It's just weird. What's the hell is Break playing at now? Surely this nickname thing has nothing to do with their argument. Right?]

[YOU'RE CONFUSING HIM.]

But?

It's not his name?

[He thinks about it a second.]

As far as I can tell, the only people who call him that are people who don't like him.

[That still makes no sense!]

I've only just met him.

Trust me, you'll grow to hate him. So keep calling him that if you prefer it...

I think still rather call him by a name he prefers...

[If Allen dislikes him enough, he'll come up with his own bizarre, insulting nickname, surely.]

Do you hate him?

[Such a heavy question...

Gilbert frowns, turns in the direction that Break just flounced off in.]

You could say...that's he's the sort of person that I hate the most. He's done nothing but make my life more troublesome for over a decade. He's rude and has never once trusted me no matter how many times I've proven myself to him! But...

[But, since he's talking to Allen and Allen deserves the truth:]

No. I don't hate him.

[WAIT, suddenly the gears are turning! This guy sounds an awful lot like that other guy that Gilbert had complained about weeks back...

Could it be?

He doesn't ask yet, though...]

So that's why you were holding the sandwiches? To prove yourself?

It was a challenge!

[Let's get the terminology right here!]

He thinks I've been overworking myself, and I refuse to prove him right!

And holding them would... prove that you're taking it easy?

[SOUND... LOGIC...]

[LOGIC IS FOR SUCKERS.]

It would prove that I can handle further burden no matter what strain I'm already under.

But, you could just be overworking yourself further...

[A little hesitantly;] Are you under a lot of strain?

Er -

[He turns his eyes away. Can't lie to Allen's face...]

I wouldn't call it 'a lot'.

Gilbert...

[Is that the best you can do.]

But anyone else would call it 'a lot'?

W-well it would probably be rude to speak for anyone else...!

[Read: yeah, probably.]

Perhaps you shouldn't take on anymore burdens.

[He pauses. 'A lot of strain' is definitely worrisome, although he has no idea what Gilbert's dealing with at the moment, and he's not sure it's his place to pry for specifics. But;]

...I meant what I said before— that, if you ever need help, I'm someone you can ask...

Unfortunately, it's nothing that I can share with anyone.

[It's the truth, though he doesn't honestly find it 'unfortunate' at all. Troublesome, yes, but his duty is his duty. Nothing in his life is fortunate, but he's still loyal to it.]

It's something that only I can do.

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