[ wow, isn't this room getting a little hot now? Why don't they just open up a window so he can escape through it...

Ack! ]

No, wait. My phone!

[ and down it goes because she clung to him so. Trying to wiggle his way out of her grasp, he leans down, fingertips barely touching the the edge of his phone as he struggled. ]

And that's hardly the point of the matter. If this cake is as good as you say, it'd be a travesty if they stopped making it. I refuse to allow this to happen!

[ getting flustered over cake, what is this? It's not like it's a cherished off spring facing inevitable death or anything like that??????? ]