“Hey there, y’all. Miss Gracie, your uncle Finny sent over a special cake in honor of your tea party.” “You dicknut,” Cage hissed under his breath. “You got a five-year-old a wedding cake. You know I don’t like her to eat too much sugar because it always makes her cry after.” “She pointed it out to me a few weeks ago in the window at Larson’s bakery.” “So, you just bought it for her?” “Yes. Exactly. And so what if she cries a little after? You can get in touch with your feminine side, brother. Plus, everyone loves cake. So, let’s cut the cake and get a move on.”
