[Hey, she said thank you, and he’ll take it despite the sarcasm, grabbing an apron off the wall and tying it over his clothes in a flourish. Oh, he is ready.]

You worry about the batter and stuff, cuz even if it’s not the best it’s gonna be weird if I made one and it’s like, wildly different. I’ll do the frosting surgery and uh, waaaaay more buttercream. You want a specific flavor or whatever? Actually, hell, we could make this like, uh, really big.

[Oh no now he’s getting ideas, someone stop him before he launches into The Extra Planet where he asks for 4 more tiers and interior structure piping.]