Once it's out of the oven it needs to cool down for a while and then be frosted, but eventually, yes. Of course, only Pen will actually eat cake, although Gloria can sneak tastes of frosting if she's sure to let it dissolve very thoroughly before swallowing.

Pen will help frost it! Untidily, but who's counting.

Meh, it's for eating, not for taking pictures of and putting in a magazine.

And it is delicious for eating.

Not all at once. Gloria's not that irresponsible.

Pen only wants two slices.

Two slices is probably fine. Gloria won't object. And then she gets started on making something that isn't dessert.

That's all right too.

Chicken parm. Parmesan chicken is what she will make.

No complaints here.

She will probably make some mistakes--it's been a while since she did something like this--but it will turn out edible.

And so it is et. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Pen is in the mood for another book, and has some left. She goes and reads one.

"Ooh!"

"You remember the way there or do I need to pull up a map?"

"Think remembering. Probably. ...By flying. Okay flying?"

"It's dark out, flying's fine. If it weren't it would be my job to remember the way."

"Yay! Holding door please?" Pen asks the collective of house-person-and-Gloria. "Real quick." She steps into Milliways.

Presently, another door spontaneously generates to the side of the one the lady is holding for Pen, and a person steps through it, and the extra door vanishes. This person's entire bearing-and-then-some screams I AM SO SUPER MAGIC. "Hi, Pen. You got lost, huh? Who are these people?"

"Made cake!" vouches Pen.