"Holy shi--" By the time Jessica could fully reacted, she'd already been attacked, her face and hair sprayed with frosting. Looking completely floored, she just stood there watching this whirlwind of sticky sugary goop plaster itself on the walls and cabinets, and it seriously took her a while to realize that hey - maybe they should turn the mixer off. So she went for the small machine spinning energetically around on the counter and scrambled for the switch before just yanking the plug out all together. One slow blink and Jessica turned her head to look at Wanda like a kid who knew they just did something they weren't supposed to. "If anyone asks, just blame the mixer."