"Happy birthday, Princess!"

Marinette did her best to keep a straight face as she looked at the cake that Chat Noir proudly held out in front of her. In all honesty, one could hardly call it a cake. It was caving in on itself and whatever "design" that Chat frosted on the cake was melting, and Marinette was certain that she could still see some raw batter leaking out from one side."Chat...Kitty...uh, thank you? What's this?"

Chat Noir grinned. "It's a cake! A little birdie told me that today was your birthday and I quickly made this for you."

"You made it quickly, all right," Marinette muttered under her breath.

Chat's smiled faltered. "What does that mean? Does it look bad? I know that it isn't the best, but I followed all of the YouTube videos and..." Chat Noir was cut off by Marinette giggling softly into her hand. "Why are you laughing?"

"Oh, Kitty," Marinette started. "I appreciate the thought, I really do, but the cake...it's so bad."

Chat Noir pouted. "I know it's not the best but you don't have to be so rude about it."

Marinette took her finger and dipped it into the raw batter leaking from the cake. "Chat. The cake is still raw. And," Marinette licked the batter off her finger and immediately gagged. "Did you use salt?"

"No way." Chat Noir took a piece of cake (the part that was actually baked) and popped it into his mouth. And instantly spat it back out. "In my defense," he coughed, "Salt and sugar look very similar."

"That is true."

"Well, I got you something else."

Marinette smirked. "It's not another baked good, is it?"

"No, thankfully." Chat reached into his pocket and pulled out a cat-shaped pin cushion. "I saw this at the store the other day and it reminded me of you."

Marinette gently took the pincushion and held it to her chest. "Chat," she breathed, "Thank you. My birthday just got ten times better. Hey...how about you and I make a cake. A good cake. That's made with sugar instead of salt."

Chat Noir grinned. "I'd love to do that."