Spy Cake? It's Only Fondant

**Everybody knows boys don't bake.**

Do you have an innocuous job or pastime?

Do you have charisma, flair and do others have a generally good opinion of you?

Do you crave recognition, popularity, or notoriety?

Are you fearless?

Do you also have a patriotic need to serve regardless of personal sacrifice? *wait, wha-?*

One out of those five is all we need, welcome to the exciting world of spies!

It's every man for himself but your country forever thanks you. *WAIT! Where are you taking me?! I never said yes!!*

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A standalone story about a décorateur who was thrown tempered chocolate first into espionage, without so much as a marzipan knife!

But if there's someone out there who knows how to make something work out of the strangest of ingredients, it's King — the one and only man anywhere that makes wondrous part cake, part machine creations.

Who makes lemonade when you can make lemon meringue with a twist? And if sometimes you're out of out choices as how to hide a bomb so you just scoop up the random chunks of what-the-color-suggests-was-fondant-but-judging-by-its-hardness-you're-not-completely-sure-is-even-edible-anymore and you sprinkle them around as artful camouflage, then that's just what you do!

It's brutal out there, so check your doubts at the door — everything you do *is on purpose* and **magnificent.**

Baking sorts out the men from the boys.

3...2...1...Piping bags at the ready?!