"All right." Rogue gave him a grin at the finger quotations, and accepted the bowl. She used the spatula to smear the creamy goodness all over on top of the cake. Of course, some of it spilled over the side, and some of it went flying again (damn super strength) but in the end it looked kinda nice.
"An' th' chocolate?" She asked, lifting her still-gloved hand to lick some of the cream off of it. She'd have to wash these gloves again tonight.