"Don't worry, Jorde." said Camilla, "as soon as I can get control from these idiots, we'll bake some cookies.  That's got to be way less stressful than playing around with dark magic and getting yelled at by the voices in your head, right?"

Of course, they wouldn't just be normal cookies.  She had plan's after all, but the idiot she was stuck in didn't need to know that.  Best to keep him happy.