When he opened the door, the slight apprehension Amelia had been feeling evaporated into thin air. A smile - a real, actual smile that reached her gray eyes and made them sparkle - filled her face as she, too, glanced down at the cake. "It does look good, doesn't it?" she mused before peering back up at him. "Peter gets all the credit, though. He's the one who ordered it."
Peering past him, into his room, she asked curiously, "So, may I come in? Or are we having this meeting in the hallway this time?" There was a hint of teasing to her tone as she glanced around, a mock speculative expression on her face. With another sideways glance at him, and a grin, Amelia shifted the cake some and waited to be granted entrance into his room. Preferably before someone came along and wanted to play twenty questions about her presence here.