I'm really not. There's no way I can be better than you.

[That's Elsa-speak for "no u". She quickly shuts her laptop before heading down to the kitchen, grabbing a few of the leftover pastries and carefully wrapping them in a nearby cloth. When she's satisfied that they won't crumble apart when set own, Elsa heads outside into the warm evening air, a smile crossing her face as she approaches Cass.]

Here. You should know better by now that I won't just stand by and let you do all the work, no matter how big or small the task. Even if it's just fetching these from the kitchen... I had to do something.