"Any day I don't get my head plucked off by a monkey-lizard version of one of my nearest and dearest is a good day," Kanan decided, setting the box down on the desk and considering the cake for a moment. "... Is it cheating if we use the danger shop to make plates and forks?"

A beat.

"Or just forks?"

And dig right on into that cake like the disaster people that they were?