Percy's eyes fell upon the tin and despite his irritable mood, he asked, "What kind of cake?"
Without waiting for an answer, Percy reached for the tin and pried the lid open. Still avoiding Ginny's gaze, he mumbled "Thanks", followed by "Sorry I snapped at you. I was ticked off at George. Surprise. Forty-eight hours, no... less than that... and I'm arguing with them. It's a wonder that it didn't happen sooner."