"Have you really?" he asked, looking back to her with a playful smile. "My mum probably could have if she wanted, but..she seemed happy enough to just make cakes for us. And we were more than happy to eat them- I remember one time, I was about..four or five, and she let us have cake for dinner..I don't think I slept a wink that whole night." Oliver smiled faintly at the memory, and he slid into a seat at the table, reaching for the frosting to cover the cake before they decorated it.