Clarissa was being courted which seemed destined to head to the alter. Kenneth approved the match. For a while there, he had been worried she might run off with some muggleborn or worse. She was off with her beau so Kenneth had some time to himself to breathe. Perhaps he would find a debutante or two to dance with. For now, he went on a hunt for these delicate desserts that he had been hearing about through small talk with some acquaintances.

Reaching the table, he saw that he was far from the first to have this idea. Another attendee had not been shy about helping themselves to a plateful of them and had just bit into one. This unfortunately caused some of the cream within to erupt from the other end and onto Kenneths trousers and shoes. "Well, this is unfortunate," Kenneth said with a chuckle, he was not all that fussed since it seemed to have been an understandable mishap.