Ohhh... THAT was an icebox cake...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/><Can we get a couple of those icebox cakes too?> Lapine asked, wide-and-starry-eyed in emoji form to Rita as she was inside. <Please?><br/><br/>Now that they were set to go with their cakes, Lapine was settled into the seat holding them and-<br/><br/><Que?> she says first, head cocked to the side while the truck began to make... wait, was this a biodiesel truck? Or was it a more common electric that was just a bitch and a half on the tranny? Issues for later. <Uh... I can make sure the cake is safe as long as you don't do anything crazy? Like... we didn't get this thing for performance, just utility... sooo...><br/><br/>She shot Lilly a message begging her to 'save me', and began reciting some old Catholic prayers she learned growing up in La Republique du Quebec...