"Oh... Yeah, I guess that works." It wasn't candles, but he supposed shooting stars were better than nothing. "Let me get a knife..."

Wandering into the small kitchen, the older man found a short knife, two plates, and forks. He cut a thick wedge of cake from the pink side and gave it to Barnaby. It was a rich pink color with creamy white frosting. The flavor was something he'd never heard of, but how did he say no to a pink fruit? It reminded him of pomegranate, though a little more sweet.

"I, uh... hope you like it..."