DOOR NUMBER TWO / o, cupcakes

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]The people here didn't know it yet, but Theo's sweet tooth is bad. Not to the point that his teeth are falling out, and he always made sure to eat his vegetables (or, well — okay you get the point, he's a lion), but if you wanted him to show up somewhere, put out something sweet. It was how he'd grown up, learning to make things that tasted good. His favorite had always been rose petal and chocolate chip cookies, which likely sounded strange to anyone who hadn't eaten a rose before. They were missing out. Still, he didn't limit himself just to that, and hearing about cupcakes has the cinnamon-red lion taking a detour with perked ears and his head drawn high with interest. The crocodile being the one to hold the cupcakes certainly gave him reason to pause, but after a second's hesitation, he steps closer. "Are you sure we won't end up as a snack for your friend there?" the lion jokes with a grin, though he still doesn't quite reach for one. Just in case.