Once he made his way to the kitchen with Ilya, Dolemeck wheeled himself behind the counter to start getting out the things he would need to make him his cake. The Chicken pot pies he spoke of were out and ready for students to eat for lunch. Already a majority of them were gone, but there was enough left for himself, Ilya, and a few other people.

"Alright... they still look warm!" Dolemeck took note, floating a plate over to Ilya, and then a chicken pot pie to sit on it. "Grab yourself a fork and a knife and dig in! I will get to work on that cake for you."