ah, non sequiturs

i am in a small, windowless room waiting for a woman who irritates me beyond all sense for a bit of training. after waiting on her for 15 minutes, she bursts through the door with her hands in the air:

her: where's the cake?!?! (in an insanely excited voice)
me: uhhhh, is there supposed to be cake?
her: no...
(awkward pause)
her: i just like cake
(another awkward pause)
me: ok

and so begins the best hour of my whole day.