Cassie is right behind Trunks, having followed her nose rather than her boyfriend. It doesn't take Saiyan biology to smell this many things being baked and cooked. Her eyes light up at the sight.

"Ooh, I remember when Aunt Vera used to make these," she says. "Even six plain old humans can polish 'em off pretty quick at the end of a fall day."

She searches around for an apron to put on. As a kid she'd always liked helping Vera out however she could.