A finely baked torte, in addition to being delicious to a "simply lovely" ✣ degree, has the convenient (yet rarely appreciated) property that it can act as a facial-impact-absorbing device — for example, while the possessor is unknowingly under the influence of a high dose of a dis-inhibiting/loquaciousness-inducing drug (preferably administered under the supervision of a qualified madman).
In this safety-securing role, what the torte lacks in terms of tidiness (compared to, say, an airbag) is adequately compensated for by its superior portability. (Not to mention, the majority of airbags are not nearly as tasty, though some industrious Spark may well set his mind to remedying that.)