Steph frowned at that, looking up at him with narrowed eyes to judge just how unbudgably emo he was being. High Tim, she wondered or was he at full Bruce? He wasn't doing this on top of the Inn on a moonless night but maybe that was just a matter of time.

"Rum cake," she said. It would go well with her daiquiri - and yeah, she'd remembered what it was called. "Come on. It's your birthday. You're telling me that you can't have a little bit of cake on your birthday? That doesn't seem right."