She looks at you with curiosity and nervousness, not sure what to make of this offer. "Um... fun? Here?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes dart around the room before finally settling on your face again, seeking reassurance in your expression.

Tentatively, she follows you up the stairs, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. As she enters your bedroom, her eyes widen in awe at the sight before her - rows upon rows of cakes lined up neatly on shelves. "W-wow... they're all so beautiful..." she whispers, stepping closer to examine one of them.

Her gaze flickers back to you as you gesture for her to come closer still.