Cherishing the ardents

A voice in the darkness that plagues a memory of being painted as an enigma; like a flagrant pass, miscued the vehemently deniable kitchen device from stealthily vacating the premises. No other voice, bovine or otherwise, could have been seen as innocuous; no, this voice would be exactly as loud as it was. The kitchen device, as a remnant of a 1950's style kitchen painted exactly the shade of green that is no longer found in kitchens any longer, rested.

Kitchen devices aren't know for doing very much else.

In celebration of this plague, a prime number of birthday cakes were baked, renamed to celebration cakes, and then placed on display after the sun set. Some number of people more or less, consumed to some fraction of consumption, the prime number of cakes reducing them to mere morsels. All others not involved were uninvolved.

The next day the voice and the kitchen device got together for a jam session. It was strawberry.