"...wow, and I thought some of the food we had in the project was bad." That is impressively bad. But it said something that he'd tried at all.

The smell of chocolate hits him, almost a physical feeling. It makes his mouth water, and he stares when they bring the cake out, just enough for two.

"Oh my god." He feels guilty that they're so invested in this, not that there's a whole lot of fun to go around these days. He promises he'll make it up to them sometime. He'll make it up to all of them. Somehow.