"Already tried it," he told her drolly, "and I figured I couldn't make things any worse than if I just gave it a go on my own. The icing's the easy part."

So far he'd managed to keep himself going by making the icing and snacking on it while he waited for the cakes to, inevitably, burn. No one could say he wasn't doing work, because he was. Just very slowly and with sugary perks.