I sit in my room, clinging to the pickup. The phone rings here. See also "Mom" I took the phone:
I am – Allo.
Rom, come into my room.
I, slightly upset, go into her room (note that my room is much further away from the kitchen than her). My mom is lying down, watching "The Internet". The further dialogue:
I : – What?
Mom (smiles): Bring me a piece of cake from the kitchen.
I go to the kitchen looking for a cake, but it’s not there. I ask :
What kind of cake?
Mother (with a wild trollface): - Which you will prepare =D