After Asher blew out the flame Danica lowered her arms quickly and brushed her palms down the bare skin like she'd been doing that all along. "Happy birthday, baby. You better have made a wish that was worth that." New shoes for her might have been a nice gesture.

She peered down at the pie, trying to remember what was inside it. When nothing came to mind she took a moment to judge how hygienic Lew Ashby was and eventually came to a conclusion. "Of course I'll share it with you." If only to stop the likes of Delirium muscling in. She smiled, all sweetness and light. "What are sisters for?"