Oh, wonderful, two counts of murder, absolutely delightful. Wanda only just managed to keep her smile plastered on while inwardly she wondered if she actually knew CPR or the Heimlich maneuver and would her healing powers clear a chunk of cement-like cake from the esophagus of a super soldier. Probably not. She began to try to cut the cake which actually did turn out to be very difficult to cut and finally managed to force two lumpy squarish shaped pieces on to the two plates. "Bon appétit," she muttered and tossed the knife into the sink.