So, they baked a cake, they iced it, and it looked… good enough to eat. Then Freddie said, “Let’s bake another one. Chocolate this time.”
She arched a perfect eyebrow. “Really?”
“Please.”
“OK, but, seriously, Freddie, how many do you want to bake?”
With that, he grabbed the microphone, struck his quintessential Freddie-pose, filled his lungs, and belted out, “I WANT TO BAKE THREE…”