Wheat: I've heard you like things in pairs, so I've tried making a paired cake
Winter Cosmos: Yaay! Thanks you very much!
Winter Cosmos: A heart that's split in half kind of makes you think of being heartbroken...
Wheat: Now that you say that...! I'm sorry...
Wheat: I'll remake it right now...
Winter Cosmos: Wheat... You wanted to let me know through this cake... That your hopes didn't come through and that something painful happened, right?
Wheat: Huh?
Winter Cosmos: <And then I answer like this: "I'll be your cake">
Winter Cosmos: <Wheat's eyes sparkle and she says "Thank you" and...>
Wheat: <I don't know what's happening, but I'm glad that she seems to like it...>