Miss Masher chuckles with an amused smile as she watches Jonathan laying waste to his liquified chocolate with a side of caffeine. After a pause, she turns to look at Lucas again.
“Ah, right, about the baked stuff... I was eyein’ that strawberry sponge cake. Nat and Sarah would absolutely lose their minds if I showed up with the whole thing, if ya don’t mind?” Over the course of Miss Masher asking this, both she and Lucas turn to look at the pre-sliced, but otherwise whole, strawberry sponge cake in the display case that the confectionary crating machine has yet to reach.
A few of its upright slices of strawberries supported by piped pink icing on top of it had fallen over, but otherwise, it hasn’t visibly suffered from the recent battle.
‘Oh, shit. Yeah, havin’ someone show up with a wholeass cake when you’re already high would be fuckin’ rad, wouldn’t it?’
[...You seem suspiciously confident about that observation.]