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Trish: Is there anything I can do to help?
Nicole: Not really, unless you want to try and help Ki.

[[A rapidly deflating cake dissolves in front of Ki as she scowls]]
Ki: Me and cakes do not mix...
Trish: Can I help? I grew up in a bakery that my parents owned.

Ki: No, thank you, Trish. I can just--
Trish: But, Ki, please listen...

Trish: I want to help. I... feel I owe it to you. I want to make it up to you, for all the trouble I've caused.