"Wow," she breathed, taking it in. There was no way Teresa could eat all that--some of her siblings could, and maybe her nieces and nephews because little kids could eat all the sugar in the world if they had a chance--but it still looked amazing. She fixed it in her mind for a possible painting of just cake. Or maybe part of a series of paintings, so Zephyr's hand holding the cake, his little silver wires showing and the tattoos down toward his wrist just in the picture...

She shook herself and took the plate, their fingers just brushing. "Thank you."