"It's chocolate." Dave murmured happily, knowing that, if he sent the request out along through the connection to Marijuana that was housed in his psyche, his boss would make him hungry, starving, and he could eat a lot of the cake. But his boss was the last thing on his mind as he watched Dylan smile, pressing an affectionate kiss to his boyfriend's cheek just in time to turn his own cheek to accept the kiss from Dylan.
"That's the point!" Dave said with a laugh, squeezing Dylan's hand and taking a moment just to look at his boyfriend happily. He flushed, though, squeezed Dylan's hand again and make sure to take the bag that had housed the cake with him as he took a seat next to Dylan. "That sounds perfect, we can always have dinner later." Or not at all. Dave knew he could stomach one piece of cake with Marijuana's help but probably not much more than that. Even his boss couldn't hope to circumvent the appetite loss that came with Dave's frequent heroin use. Still smiling, Dave opened the cake box, pleased to see that too much of the frosting hadn't ended up smushed against the cardboard. Using the silverware, he cut Dylan a large piece before cutting a moderately sized piece for himself, making sure both pieces had large dollops of icing that, really, were supposed to be flowers.
Dave's artistic abilities obviously didn't extend to cake decorating.