"Steve," Chelldon repeated as he followed along after Wheatley, he didn't care what he had to do, he hadn't had anything but protein bars, shakes and those weird unspecified sandwiches, frankly the sound of cake was like something from heaven and he had been fight for that for years.

He was starting to think it might be a lie.

The canteen was all nice and shiny, he'd ever been there before. Unable to hide his awe, he wandered behind Wheatley. His cores never let him into these sort of places before, it was definitely one of the highlights of having Wheatley as is guide.

It heightened the chances of cake!