"I could say you looked worn out," she said, laughing. "But you'd know I was lying. I'm terrible at it." She licked her fork again, then looked at the cheesecake, considering another piece. She sliced off a bit, smaller than the first pieces. "Me? Twenty-four. And a half," she added playfully. "Although when's the last time you added that bit? When we were maybe, ten?"
She ate thoughtfully, bit by bit, poking at the crust of the cake, then looked over at him. "I wish I'd known ahead that it was your birthday. I'd have planned for something nicer than toasties..." Not that they were bad, but she'd have made something a bit more festive.