It was time. As her wristwatch indicated. But Elliot was still out of eyesight that she began to drum her fingers on the table, growing a little impatient.

But it didn't last long because shortly after, her blonde friend arrived. "You are a minute and twenty-three seconds late." She said with a small grin. She wasn't mad. Nope. Just became a little impatient there because well...she was actually excited. If all went well, she even thought of baking again something for Dylan's birthday. If it goes well - yep, IF, most certainly with a capital I.

"I've never really baked a decent cake, myself." If that would make you feel any better Elliot. Hmp. But her friend doesn't seem to find her lack of ability in this field as a disadvantage. In fact, she looked as if she had another agenda. Beezus eyed her considerably, and her gaze moved to Elliot's bag.

There was something.....odd about that smirk Morganzo. "Maybe we should start with a simple one. I thought of orange chiffon cake. You won't mind if we try that out, right?" She asked, slowly rising up.