"You did say you wanted the cake warmed.' She grinned. "It wont be anything big." She slipped a sharp but beautiful pin from her dress and moved towards the two plates. Carefully, she began to chant softly. "Pyram, Ignis, flamate." She the pricked her finger with the pin.
A gust of warmth blew around them and the chocolate frosting on the cake seemed to melt a little.