
"Yeah," Cally said. "See ya."

Cally glanced at her watch. "I should probably go home, but I don't really want to."

Cally grinned. "Oh well. I guess we're just cake and music obsessed people."

"Well, it is a problem," Cally said. "I need to socialize more. But I don't want to, because cakes are easier to deal with than people."

"Well," Cally amended. "I was sorta joking."

Cally grinned. "It's totally okay. I was joking."

"You should be," Cally said. "It's a very sensitive topic."

"I think in cake. My whole life," Cally said. "Cake."

"It's not funny," Cally said sadly. "I have a problem."

Cally sighed. "Who am I kidding. I can't think of anything to talk about but baking."

Cally rolled her eyes. "I was thinking. So shut it."

"Anyways," Cally said, searching for a new topic.

Cally thought about it. "I guess so. It doesn't help I'm a perfectionist."

Cally nodded. "You'd be surprised how complicated cooking can be. Everything has to be just right."

Cally grinned. "At least on cooking matters. Anything else I might fail."

Cally nodded. "Wise of you. To trust me, I mean."

Cally snorted. "You don't know much about sweets I see. If it gets even a little to hot, certain things will melt. And too cold, they just don't taste as well. Melted fondant is disgusting, trust me."