Ben is lucky that there are multiple tins. He still has to stack and frost the tiers Ben. Luckily for them both, Mantis is one to overdo things so he gently nudges the already pilfered from tray towards his friend. Another tray silently zooms towards the fridge to be dutifully filled with more cake batter.

"If you were a real dog, that would kill you. This cake is special. I eat it in honor of a very important person." All that said, he isn't surprised that Ben has no patience around food. He holds up the espurr a little more and gets a little paw touching the mask around his mouth. The Pokemon trills quietly.

"I have no idea what a Pokemon is, but if that's what you are, then I'll consider you one. I found him when I went for a walk in the Wilds earlier this morning. He got stuck in a bush, and then he wouldn't let go of me." Mantis finds himself sighing again as he uses his powers to set another cake tier to bake. "When I was little, I used to go with my father to visit my mother's grave on my birthday. He never said why, but the grandmothers would tell me it was so we'd never forget her."