Have you a problem with my manner of speech? [:| gosh let him keep pretending it's the early 20th century...

leads the way into the kitchen! there are snack bags and food everywhere since this house is filled with fatty dingdongs, but off to the side of the oven is a simple and elegant small cake, frosted with peach buttercream.] This is yours. Try not to eat too much of it because I certainly won't be carrying you anywhere if you fall over.