“chocolate it is, then,” he said, returning malia’s smile with a bright one of his own. it was her birthday, so of course they needed to celebrate with cake. presents, too; they’d come later. “sure. it’s not actually a birthday cake unless there’re candles, after all.” how else was she supposed to make a wish? besides, there was no way he could turn down such a simple request even if he wanted to — which he definitely didn’t. he wanted her to be happy. “except instead of buying it, i was going to make it myself... just using a box mix, but you can help if you feel like it.”
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