Ross laughed at Adam digging into the cake. He had every right to claim dibs on the first slice. "I hope it's good! I wasn't sure what kind of cake you got, so I just stuck with the buttercream frosting and gold cake. Can't go wrong with that, right?" He then reached for his own plate and fork, gripping it in his hand while waiting for Adam to deal him a slice.
"And trust me, I'm probably going to head back to my office after this and shoot you an invite on Facebook. My kids got my hooked on that nonsense, it's rather horrible." He cut himself off before he went any further, wondering if it was a smart choice to bring up his kids at a time like this. From there Adam could have asked about his kids and if they were still on Facebook sending their dad invites to random things like Mafia Wars. Ross didn't need another breakdown, not after yesterday. After what we saw in his mug in the morning he was starting to wish he was never a psychic in the first place.
Though Ross kept a smile on his face, his emotions remaining the same, at least visually. Unless Adam had an extremely good eye for slight details or was also an empath, he was sure the kid would never tell the difference. Here was to hoping.