Joey sticks the cakes in to bake, and leans back against the counter. "It's pretty enjoyable. And I guess it's useful, too. Unless you're the kinda power user who don't need food, but all I got is telepathy and freaky Friday."
He sets a timer. Ten minutes. Grabs softened butter and some icing sugar he's set aside, and a third bowl. "What did you do to make money out there?"