I'm just gonna take this home and tuck it into my hope chest instead of eating it. It's far too pretty. Ooh, maybe it'll look nice under a bell jar!
I've always had a fondness for cameos and even wore one for an embarrassing period during the early 90's when we were all into velvet chokers and snap-crotch bodysuits. I'm really glad my mom never relented and let me get that Starter jacket I begged for. I'd feel much less shame eating a pretty cameo made of icing.