But they'd bitch the entire time. Though I suppose if we "accidentally" lost track of them...

[Great minds think alike.

She shoots him a reassuring smile, even as her own stomach twists in a nervous fit.] Cake does make just about everything better. [With a nod of her head, she heads off towards the kitchen, Kiter trotting after her, ever hopeful he might get a taste of that delicious smelling cake.

When she arrives in the kitchen, she sets the cake down on the mess table before starting to rummage for plates and cups.]

Would you like some tea, or something else?