"I could be." he has to admit, "But I'm not sure they did anything like this back in the forties." Then again he could be wrong again. It was really frustrating to know so little about yourself, as well as the place and time you'd come from.

"We'll see." he moves the little cake into position, takes hold of the piping bag and, in a complete misfire of judgement regarding the amount of pressure he'd need to exert to get the frosting out, ends up shooting a copious amount of sugary paste not just on the cupcake but the table as well.

Maybe he shouldn't use the metal hand to squeeze it next time.