Zephyr didn't so much fix Teresa a plate of cake as he did build a model volcano out of the various cakes which happened to be available. When he brought the platter back to her, the platter itself remained barely visible beneath the onslaught of buttery, sugary goodness.

"Not sure what kind you like, so I bought everythin. Think there's ganache in the middle even."

Although he did rather doubt she'd make it that far. Still worth mentioning.

Hell, he'd even remembered a fork and a napkin.