Brendan knew the classic 'I did nothing face' well from having pulled it multiple times in his life. Glancing over at Poe's too-casual body language, he was torn between groaning and chuckling.

"You tried to ice it, didn't you?" he didn't even sound mad, just sort of resigned to his friends having next to no knowledge of how baked goods worked. Apparently people didn't bake in space, judging off of Poe - which was an unfairly small sample size to base his judgment off of, but was currently the only space-dweller he had to use as an example. "Well, at least now if I cry it'll be in memory of the cake. RIP, chocolate raspberry bunt cake, your death was both tragic and avoidable."