[ Peter is just here for moral support, really, especially considering the fact that rather than go through the ingredients, he's mostly sitting up on the counter, idly messing with what he thinks is an egg beater. Although it kind of looks a little like some kind of torture device, too, so it's really a toss-up.

He glances over, sees the look of uncertainty on Jane's face, and laughs a little. ]

Or we could just, like. Go buy a cake. I mean, I haven't been on Earth in a while, but that's still a thing, right? Bakeries?