*A/N: This will be a very dialogue heavy piece. Just an fyi! Also this does not take place right after the last fic. They are not in order.*

"When was the last time someone went grocery shopping?" Bobby called out as he searched the kitchen in the X-Mansion. "There is nothing to eat in this place!"

"Yes there is," I called back, "there's plenty of apples, bananas, and other healthy stuff."

"Yeah, well I don't want healthy stuff. I want cookies, or cake or something."

"If you want something sweet so bad, how about you make something yourself?"

The next thing I knew I was being dragged out to the car.

"Since I can't haven't gotten my license yet, what with being a superhero all the time," Bobby started, "you're gonna have to drive me to the store."

"Aren't you broke? I can't help you with money problems."

"I took some cash from Warren's dresser. Now are we gonna do this or not? There is cake just waiting to be made and eaten!"

"Can't you bother Hank or Jean?"

"Nope! I annoyed Hank yesterday, and Jean's too nice to bother. Besides, you need someone to help you get that stick out of your butt."

"For the last time Bobby, no!"

"Think of how happy Jean would be if you surprised her with a cake." He attempted to make his eyes big, like Bambi. He looked ridiculous.

"...Fine. But you better not blow up the kitchen!"

"Please Scott?"

"For the last time Bobby, if you want to make a good cake, you have to do it from scratch! You can't just buy a confetti cake mix. You have to work for the confetti cake. Deserve the confetti cake. Make your own cake and put sprinkles in it."

"Ok then. How many different colors of sprinkles should we get?"

"Five. With different shapes as well."

"All right! I knew you'd love making a cake, Scottie!"

"Don't call me that, or I will leave you here so that you have to walk home."

"Ugh, fine. Whatever you say Slim."

I didn't think that someone called Iceman would be capable of creating a fire of this magnitude.

"Bobby! How many sprinkles did you put in the cake?!"

"Um..all five containers?"

"It smells like burnt sugar! And the cake looks like unicorn barf! And I don't mean the happy kind!"

"Well..."

"You also managed to melt the cake pan, which is now partially stuck to the bottom of the cake."

"It looks pretty cool though."

"No! It doesn't! Could you at least try to put out the fires?"

"Oh yeah." He iced the kitchen, but he accidentally hit the cake too.

"Crap. The cake's frozen. But it's nothing a few seconds in the microwave can't fix!"

That's when Jean decided to walk in.

"Is everything alright down here? I smelled smoke, and.. HOLY CRAP!" She looked at our cake in utter disbelief. "What did you two do?"

"So first off, I decided that I was hungry. But there was nothing good, so I decided to make a cake. I can't drive to the store, so I had Scott bring me there, and we decided to make our own confetti cake, and then I thought that the oven was too slow so I bumped the heat up, and then it melted and, yeah, um...Cake."

"Yeah, um, cake?" Jean asked Bobby.

Bobby considered this for a moment, and then nodded.

"Yeah, um, cake."