Imagine my dismay at realizing that not all tiny roses taste like buttercream. Also, sorry about your roses, Grandma.
Or maybe I'm the jellyfish because I'm jelly of them and want to be there right now.
Being patient for a long exposure can yield incredible results.
I cannot be blamed for sticking my finger in this cake. The textures were too much for me.
Well, I know where I'm planting myself for the rest of the reception. MOAR GRAHAM CRACKERS, JEEVES!