The thick scent of the gooey chocolate cake filled Eric's nostrils. As he sized up the cake, the thought of being a cook and baker seemed to be getting more and more desirable.

He stomped forward once, and the smell of the cake became so strong he could taste it. He looked from the witch to the cake and back down to his own enormous body.

Eric waddled quickly over to the cake, grabbing a handful of warm and soft pastry and stuffing the whole thing into his mouth, leaving traces around his lips.

He continued on like this a few more times, before one hand became not enough and two were required to shovel the ever-shrinking cake into his gluttonous mouth.

Eric leaned in, to shorten the distance between the cake and his mouth, eventually shoving his face partially in, only pausing in his feast to breathe.

"Good, good!" Evilina laughed and left the room, calling out behind her. "You start your job tomorrow!" The witch stopped for a moment. "Oh! and by the way...."