Wonka was a really nice teacher, Honey decided, though he still cast worried glances over to the entrance, hoping he'd see the others come through. It shouldn't be taking them this long, but then Anise said she was strong, and Wolfram too. Maybe they just got distracted, or maybe the fight in the cafeteria was too dangerous so they were staying back? That one made the most sense.

But when he could smell the cake baking, it was easier to forget his troubles, and when Wonka presented him with a big piece of cake, it was really hard to think of anything else. He took one bite and gave a sigh of contentment. He hadn't had real cake in days! It was like heaven! Wonka really was magic when it came to making sweets.