Jake is only mildly disgusted by the idea of a cake pop. But for a man who has seen the things he has, he's doing a piss-poor job of hiding said disgust. This, of course, only makes this whole disastrous ordeal more hilarious to an already giggling Cassie.

Who is, at the moment, up to her elbows in cake crumbs and chocolate frosting, scooping out tablespoons of the horrifyingly sweet mixture and rolling it into a ball before dropping it onto a cookie sheet. A cookie sheet lined with parchment paper that was sprayed with canola oil.

"What are these things called again?"

"Cake pops." Cassie speaks matter-of-factly even as she rolls her eyes at having to tell him for the twentieth time. "Now, go melt that bag of chocolate."

"But you already have…" he motions in the vague direction of the bowl.

"I know." she sighs, dropping the last ball of icing and cake onto the cookie sheet. She turns toward him, licking the last of the mixture off of her finger and points to the picture taped to a cabinet door for reference. "After they freeze, you roll them in melted chocolate, top with sprinkles or nuts and let the chocolate set before you eat them."

"And, then you go to the dentist to get your cavities filled?" Jake's eyebrow arches, practically up to his hairline.

"No." Cassie grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You make more."

"Cassandra!"