Dave blows out all the candles. Demanding little girl. Who's birthday is this? After, he plucks all the candles out and serves slices to the three of them. "Did you want to take this back home? I'm sure your moms would like to have a slice too." He didn't really want it. He wouldn't be able to eat it without feeling torn about it. God, this is dumb.

"One demand at a time, Lily. I'm twenty-one. Now I'm more legal than I apparently was at eighteen."