"A'ight, for dis part only," Remy said with a Chesire-like grin. He stepped behind Rogue again. "But ya still doin' de cuttin', cherie." He wrapped his arms around her once more, putting the knife in her hand, then gently taking that hand. About five minutes later, their cake was parred down to the right size and ready to lay in the pan.
"Ya arrange de pieces in de pan, I'll quick-boil de water for de coffee." He poured some water into a measuring cup and stuck it in the microwave, nuking it for a few minutes. He screwed the lid off the instant coffee while the microwave counted down.