Disclaimer: I do not own anything Tinman. Written for the TinMan Challenge Grand Prix -- This prompt focuses on DG and Ahamo.

"What are you doing?"

"I am baking."

"Baking what, exactly?"

"A cake."

"Why are you baking a cake?"

"For the party."

Ahamo pinched his nose. Sometimes women just confused the hell out of him. His daughter was no exception.

"Okay, let's try this again, DG. Why are you baking a cake for the party?" He asked.

"Because Az wouldn't help me create a gag gift," she replied as purple frosting glided onto the round pastry.

She turned to her father. "What do you see for decoration? Flowers or stars?"

Ahamo looked at the lopsided creation before her. To him the confection resembled the Leaning Tower of Pisa more than a cake. The purple frosting, instead of being a royal and sedate purple, was more of a shocking, purple pink.

"I think a towel covering it would be best. That thing is hideous, honey." He stated.

DG grinned manically at him. "I know. That is what is so cool about it. So, flowers or stars?"

One eyebrow arched as he eyed the monstrosity. "I guess flowers. Cakes usually have flowers on them. What color are the flowers going to be?"

She showed him three bowls on the table. "I have yellow, orange, and red."

Ahamo winced at the neon colors before him. It reminded him of acid trips from the seventies. "Please tell me you aren't going to use all three on the cake."

"Okay, I am not going to use all three on the cake." DG innocently responded.

He frowned at her. "You're lying aren't you?"

She grinned again. "Yep!"

"You know, you haven't really explained why you are making the cake from Clown Hell for Raw's birthday. I thought you liked him," Ahamo said as he watched DG create a sculpted mass that was supposed to resemble flowers.

DG twisted her head to look at Ahamo. Hurt showed in her eyes. "I do like Raw. He is one of my best friends here. "

"Then why the ugly cake?" Ahamo tried once again to understand the inner-workings of his daughter's mind.

"So the rest of his gift will look spectacular," she said proudly, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

Ahamo shook his head in understanding. "Okay. Well, the party starts in a couple of hours, so you better get a leg up and finish."

He turned to go, but something unusual caught his eye.

"DG?"

"Yes, father?"

"What are you wearing?" He asked hesitantly.

"My dressing gown."

He groaned. 'Not again.'

He sighed audibly. "Why are you wearing your dressing gown?"

"So I don't' get frosting on my outfit."

"What outfit would that be?"

"My outfit for the party."

Ahamo banged his head against the wall. Really, she was the most exasperating person he had ever met, and he had worked with Air-of-Day for years.

"DG, what are you wearing to the party?"

DG glanced at her father lovingly. Ahamo gave her his most stern father look. She was not very impressed.

"Daddy," she started. Ahamo contained a shudder. This was her "let's manipulate Dad" tone. "My outfit is very important for the rest of Raw's gift. Though technically, I don't think he'll like it as much as Wyatt, Glitch, or Jeb, but I am doing this to celebrate Raw's birthday in appropriate Other Side tradition."

Ahamo groaned as his head hit his chest . "You're going to jump out of the damn thing, aren't you?"

DG grinned once more at her father, before waving her hands. Ahamo watched the hideous cake disappear into thin air along with his heart attack giving daughter. He debated for a moment just walking out the door and on to the Realm of the Unwanted, but he really didn't want Lavender Eyes to hunt him down. He turned once more to look at the mess in the kitchen. That was when he noticed DG's dressing gown laying across a stool. Just as he turned to leave, he heard his wife' s voice ring out, "Dorothy Gale! What in the world are you doing? Just wait until your father finds you."

Maybe the Realm of the Unwanted wasn't so bad after all.