Your cake icon makes me want cake. I am possibly the most suggestible creature alive. And scuppered, because there is no cake. None. Possibly in the world. Or at least, within my reach. *woes*

It is norty to mock Katie's frozen pain. Oui. Possibly gone-wrong biscuits are a Divine Judgement. Because we all know God works in mysterious ways.

Assessment will be fine. Clearly. And noone will ever find out unless they read your mind & I am fairly sure they are not allowed to do that...