Jessica stood beside her, using a small towel as a mitten substitute, and tried to help separate the cake and pans. "...so, what do we do if he kills over?" She whispered somewhat secretly, mostly joking, but not entirely. And then she glanced over her shoulder to smile uneasily at Steve. "Honestly," she turned back, "this can't be saf--" And then one of the "cake" corners from the rectangular pan flung out, almost hitting the Captain, before landing on the ground with a tiny thud. Jessica's brows shot up. "See?"