[Magnus considers her words at length. She is bringing in logic, which is usually not very effective on him, but he's starting to see her point. It probably helps that she's self-dragging to get there.]

Yeah, you're right. Your cake looks like shit.

[He glances back at his own cake: the red velvet stack from hell. He was too ambitious. He could've done a single layer cake and cruised through the competition fine. But now he really wants to make sure he doesn't come in last place for looking like his cake was dug out of a vacuum's bag.]

Hey, here's an idea. Let's start over. The conversation and the competition. What if we make an alliance? One cake for the price of two? Combine our strengths? Ehhhh?