Remy watched her concentrating, reminded of home for a minute. He could remember his first couple weeks in the kitchen - it was something to pass free time, something he found only after being taken away from the Fagan Mob. He'd screwed up plenty - and he didn't have those sorts of powers to deal with.
He reached over, bringing the sponge cake closer. "Dis is prob'ly de trickiest part - but it shouldn't be t'hard. Juss fidgetin' wit' de knife." He also brought over a shallow pan. "De sponge cake like dis," he gesture to the two-inch tall cake, "is t'icker den it s'posed t'be. Only way it come packaged, oui? Needs t'be 'bout half inch tall, den place in de pan." The pan was wider and longer than the actual sponge cake, which meant a little bit of puzzle work would be needed.