[Yeah no sorry. At least entry level Jane-knowing entitles you to cake and, if cake has problems, improved cake.

She thinks she might've heard Bolton mutter something, but she doesn't quite catch it, still muddled in her own emotions. She nods in agreement at the first part, though.]

Yes...well. Sometimes it has to be done.

[A pretty dark reasoning for a teenage girl...but one that, sadly, many people have suffered through themselves. She reaches for the door...pauses, turns back.]

I was thinking...I'll make some carrot cake tomorrow. No dairy. Is that alright?

[It's sort of an "you and Jamie are being thought of as well when I make all this so come get some" invitation.]