Oh fruity cake, you are a vision of perfection. Would you kindly find your way to my house and woo your way into my belly? It won't take much, I swear.
This taps right into that toddler part of the brain where you want to pick up a whole pie and smash your face into it. Taking a big ol' spoon and jamming it into a jar of cake and frosting and having no regard for the mess you're inevitably going to make sounds so childishly satisfying. Where's my big spoon?