[Wally tilts his head a little bit, looking at Robin.] ...okay.

[He slides down off the counter and opens the oven, grabbing a dishtowel to take out the pan. The cake, like the others, is ruined. Wally sticks it on top of the stove to cool before they toss it and jabs the towel in Robin's direction.] If you tell anybody what I am about to share with you, then I'm gonna tinfoil your entire utility belt. But, uh, I'm actually kind of good at baking. It's just chemistry.

So I'll teach you, and then you make me a cake. Like, one every day please, I have needs.