[ shoulders scrunched, she's following although she's given up all hope of getting out of there unscathed. Chocolate cake, red velvet, little pastries with sprinkles... It's such a damn waste. ]
Yeah, cleaned-up and the hell out of here.
[ grousing, she walks through the kitchen door, scraping her feet on the edge since, well, she doesn't want to track it ALL through the kitchen. ]