Yeah, there was a funny story about that, actually--it involved a lot of mashy spike plates and attempted murder.

But she didn't want to think about that, not when there was cake to be had. She shrugged idly in agreement, considering the delicious confection in front of her for a few moments before standing and rooting through the cabinets of the imagined kitchen.

Chell emerged with some of the things she assumed were necessary for cake making--sugar, flour, cocoa powder--and dumped them unceremoniously on the countertop.

She was going to bake.