The expression on Nick's face mirrored the words coming out of Daisy's mouth and he crossed his arms, looking surprisingly stern for someone with a bright conical hat perched at a jaunty angle atop his shining pate. After a long moment of silence his own lip twitched in what could have been a smile (or a grimace) and he said, "Make a fucking wish." Then immediately launched into a rendition of Happy Birthday befitting an escaped LMD with buggy programming. He glared pointedly at Daisy until she joined in.