[Kell looks at Wilhelm, looks at the cake, at Wilhelm again. He blinks, and then starts laughing. Maniacally.

Saints, he's right. They'll have crumbs all over themselves by the end of this. It takes him a longer while to calm down.]

I... did not think this through.

[He grins. Who care anyway. It's not like they an audience to attend. It's a park, they don't need to look presentable. Besides, what kind of delinquents would it make of them if they did?]

But look, at least there's no whipped cream involved like in some of those truly fancy desserts. We'll be fine.