Already making demands? You have to win the bet, first. It's no contest, though—my luck ran out a long time ago. We'll need to find a place with a high quality oven, or we'll end up with a cake that's brick on the outside and gunk on the inside.

[This thing about his Bad Luck is a true thing with plenty of backup, but maybe it just sounds like a joke, like he intends. Maybe he's just going to bake her a cake regardless... It's probably that one.]

Whenever you're ready to head out, just let me know where you meet you. I'll bring a shopping bag.