He could not help but chuckle again, seeing Ilya enjoying the chicken pot pie. It was as if he never tried it before. Was that even possible? If it was true, then that was rather sad.

"That would be great!" He spoke cheerfully, cracking some eggs into a bowl, and then grabbing a whisk to start stirring in the various ingredients he had inside of it. "It would help me be able to get out of my chair easier! Granted, I can use my powers to push objects that are heavy, just not lift them. It is quite odd."

He continued to whisk the batter for the cake, filling the kitchen with a sweet aroma of chocolate as he did so.

"Now, would you like any fruit on top of the cake after it is baked and iced?"