Wonka's perpetual smile had faded a bit when they were passing the fight in the other room, but his glee once they had gotten past that spot of ugliness made up for lost time.

"Absolutely, my boy!" Wonka answered, already pulling random cooking supplies out of the cabinets. "Now, let's see... you wanted to make a cake, yes? Well, it just so happens that I have a delightful recipe for strawberry angel-food cake that I've been meaning to try out for a while now.

"But we'll have to get our ingredients together before we begin! Let's see... I think we'll need eggs and cream from the refrigerator, plus flour, sugar, and cream of tartar from the pantry. If you could get the eggs and cream, and strawberries if you can find them, I'll handle the pantry items. Sound good?" He would normally have taken the walk-in refrigerator himself, but with the possibility of giant roaches in the pantrys he didn't want to risk sending Honey that way. Besides, he did still need to pick up some things for his other projects tonight.