"Good! Then you won't mind that there's cake too."

Lancelog grins at that, a little sheepish -- aware that he had somewhat arranged said cake before asking if Faolan was okay with it. Still, a cake is just a cake -- he could have somehow claimed it wasn't specifically for Faolan's birthday if the man had objected too fiercely.

"Since it's already in the fridge," he goes on, "and I can't eat it alone, and Lily certainly can't have any since chocolate isn't good for dogs..."